This is right after that coffee date, and things are just getting even more awkward for these dorks. At this point it’s even more painful to watch than a certain pair of angel and demon
October seems to be the time of year to talk about such things.
It begins at a church. I have no idea what church. Never seen it before. I was there with my family, it was some sort of fellowship outreach or something but everyone had already left for the most part. I was in a parking lot with lots of light gray gravel until I found myself in some sort of attic. I don’t remember why or how. Someone was with me. I’m not sure who. There was lots of small plain wood beams and deep red colors. Nothing felt right. I’m not sure what happened after that, but I realized that it was a dream and I woke up.
I was now in a different place. I was in a hallway. It was sparsely decorated. I entered a room, mostly black. My sister was there, so was a red haired lady I’ve never seen before. My cat was also there. She’d been sick for a while. I went in the room to find that this lady I’ve seen before had accidently killed her. I left the room, panicking, praying desperately that I was dreaming. It was then that I realized the previous experience was a dream. Then I woke up again.
I crawled out of bed and stumbled out my room, like you do when you wake up from a good nap. I went into the kitchen, noticed the finally familiar surroundings, the clutter, the imperfect tiles. I touched the deep brown wooden doorframe to make sure it was real. It felt real.
It wasn’t until I opened my eyes and saw that I was still in bed to realize that it wasn’t. I had finally woken up. Or at least I was pretty sure I had.
I spent the rest of the day trying figure out if I was truly awake. Sometimes I still wonder.
Found this little gem on Pinterest. I’m sorry I didn’t find the creator of it, but I hope this can help anyone who’s been trying. I can’t for the life of me do either, maybe my minds too cluttered.
