"If we shadows have offended, think but this, and all is mended, that you have but slumber'd here while these visions did appear." -William Shakespeare, A Midsummer Night's Dream
I SIT ONCE again in the wedding reception room, as if I'm reliving the day once again.
Except that no one's here. Not a single person. Every now and then I would whip my head right and left to check if anyone has showed up, but no one ever does. The buffet table has no dishes, but a wedding cake with three layers is on it, I not wanting to eat it.
I hear footsteps echoing somewhere outside of the room. Bored, I immediately push back the chair and stand up, but I don't walk forward at all. I just stare at the door. The footsteps grow louder, and I assume that the person walking towards me.
The door is open, and a person emerges from the left side, Aaron. I mentally giggle. Silly him, dressed all inappropriately, doesn't he know that he should dress up for a wedding? He doesn't halt, he keeps walking, gesturing me to follow him and leaves my sight.
I quickly walk toward him, and as I leave the room, I glance at my right to find Aaron all of a sudden dressed in a tuxedo with his usually disheveled hair combed neatly to the side.
"What took you so long, Tink?" he asked.
"Hmph," I respond, "I didn't think I took so long."
He chuckles, showing his pearly white teeth, and walks towards me. "What are you doing?" I ask. The only reply I get is my hands cupped in his.
I stupidly smile, and I can't hold it back. "I have a game for you," he said.
My smile vanishes. "Oh, but there are no games in weddings," I said innocently.
He chuckles once again. "Don't worry, no one's around." He raises my head using his hand on my chin, "I won't let anything happen to you."
Ever so slowly, he leans closer, and I feel myself getting more nervous yet excited. I remember the last time, how sparks and tingly feelings made their way into me.
But you know what's funny?
I don't feel anything.
I usually do.
And I feel something in me snap. What the hell am I doing? With every ounce in my body, I try to push him away, turn my head, or even say "Stop". Nothing works.
"Yes?" I say with a soft voice. That's not what I wanted to say! Save your dignity, woman!
"Do you wanna play the game, now?" No fucking way.
"Guess what's happening." I know, I know! I'm acting like a moron, and I need you to back away.
"You're dreaming," he said. I finally bring myself to take a step back, and I have a bit of control over what to say.
"You've got to be joking."
"Hunter, think about it"-he raises three fingers in the air, counting them as he speaks-"why would the wedding reception be so vacant, how could I turn up in normal clothes but then change into a tux in a nanosecond, and... why would I act so lovey-dovey and kind to you?"
In a weird way, a part of me is reliefed but another is deflated. "Then, where am I?"
"Obviously in the Mariott Hotel. Just... not really," he states.