I sat up in bed drenched in sweat and tangled up in the ivory sheets that draped my bed. It was always the same. I woke up from this dream that seemed do real I could almost smell the smoke lingering on my clothes. It was horrible every time, it never got easy to see. Even it was just a dream. It was just a dream right?
If I closed me eyes I could still see him standing among all the bodies. Every time I saw him I had a deep urge to reach out and wipe away the single tear that slid down the mud and ash in his cheeks. His eyes a beautiful shade of blue, but so filled with hate, fear, and udder sadness. I wasn't for sure how he was involved. Since he was the only one left alive it brought suspicion that he was the one that brought the evil upon these people. But the look in his eyes. Those told another story. They told the story of hatred and revenge against the people who destroyed his people. That's the one my heart urges me to believe. But my reason still screamed he was dangerous. But what did it matter he didn't actually exist. Did he??
I got out of bed, shaking off the remnants of the dream. I walked over to my bathroom the only room that had a door in my little single studio apartment. I was grateful for this little room I could lock myself into. Drown all my tears for these dream people in pouring rain of my shower. I scrubbed my skin till it was raw trying to rid myself of the pictures of all those people laying lifeless. A whole city. Men, women, and children alike all with blank eyes staring up into the sky.
I got out of the shower and turned the radio up. Blasting out every thought of death with Colby Callie and Jason Mraz. By the time I was ready for work I had buried all thoughts of the dream to the back of my thoughts.
I get in my car and head towards the university with clear thoughts ready to start my day. I am a professor or art at the university of Arizona. It's in early November so the weather is gorgeous so I roll the windows down and let the breeze erase all worries of the dream being real. I would loose myself in my work. I love my students. My favorite class is after the high schools get out for the day. I have a group of amazing teenagers that come in from the area high schools to work with me in my studio. They are amazing students. This year the talent is so incredible I know each of them will soar to amazing heights.
Today we were sketching from a real life model. I would enjoy focusing on the small details today. Helping them curve the lines of there hips and shade just perfectly the color of their eyes. I didn't know who the agency was sending over but it didn't matter, there was such beauty in the human body. How it curved in all the right places. How you could capture the bee essence of their soul in the depths of their eyes.
The day flew by quickly with my anticipation if my favorite class if the day. 4 o'clock rolled around and my favorite students started in the door. There were 14 all together and they bustled in and to there seats around the circle, noisily sharing today's event with each other. I was busy helping my favorite student Sophia set up her supplies when I heard the door open. Assuming it was the model I turned around to greet them and I froze. It can't be him. It's just a dream. He doesn't exist.
"Hello I'm Devin Ires. The agency sent me to this room. Am I in the right place?"
His smile was dazzling. Full of confidence but not cocky. I must of stared too long because he started to turn and leave.
"No," I said, "your in the right place. My apologies you just look like someone I know. If you want to come stand I'm the middle here we will get started. You can stand how ever is comfortable for to stand for a long period of time."
He moved with the grace of a dancer gliding to the middle of the circle. His arms crisscrossed at the bottom of his shirt and he grabbed the seam and pulled it over head. A visible gasp was heard as his cheat was exposed and I was surprised when the same reaction rose my lips as well.
He positioned him self to stare out the window and the students set about with their sketch pencils. He was settled into a deep stare and I swore I could see that same feeling of hate and sadness deep in eyes that I have seen so many times I'm the eyes of the boy from my dreams.
I walked around the room drowning in memories of the dream. Trying desperately to sift through the fog and help my students capture the olive tone of his skin and the harsh lines of his abs. He had diamond blue eyes that was a odd contrast to darker tone of his skin. And his charcoal color hair that fell shaggy and close to those soul shattering eyes.
The class ended all too quickly and the students began packing up their things. I set about distracting my self by absently sifting through papers on my desk. I must have been doing a good job because I didn't notice that the class has all left, and Devin was the only one left, he had returned his shirt to it's rightful place and he was standing so close I could reach out and feel the abs that I knew lay under the thin fabric.
"Hello," he chuckled when his voice made me jump. "This guy I look like must have had quite an impression on you."
"Ummmm," I stuttered, "he ummm well is just."
"It's fine you don't have to explain."
I sighed safe from an explication that would only land me in the looney bin.
"I'm new to town and I don't really know anybody around here yet," he said. "I was wondering if you would like to go out to dinner with me tonight? That's if your boyfriend doesn't mind"
I stared at him dumbfounded an he chuckled. I jumped. "O ummm I don't have a boyfriend."
"Fantastic, it's just hard to imagine a beautiful young women like your self single. I will pick you up at 7 then?"
"Ummm yea sure. I guess."
"Forgive me but I'm not psychic you will have to tell me where you live?" He said with a sly smile.
"O yes of course." I felt the blood rush to my cheeks as I scribbled the address to my apartment building. I'm going on a date with a man I met in a dream...
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