Nightmares.

    You have never truly had one this terrifying. As you jerk your body upward from her bed you find that you are sweating and shaking uncontrolably. 

    Immediately you untangle yourself from her comforter and jump down from the queen size bed, you don’t even stop to see if she is lying next to you. Your mind is focused on only one thing as you dash down her hallway.

    You fling open the oak door and come to a skidding stop in front of the bathroom mirror. You close your eyes afraid of what you might see in the shining mirror. Finally, you open your blue hues and stare at your reflection.

    Blonde.

    There is a large messy head of blonde hair reflecting back into your eyes and you let out a sigh in intense relief. Your hair is still blonde. You still might be able to hold her attention. You sit down on top of the toulet seat and begin to run your hands through your tangled hair. A loud knock reverberates throughout her bathroom and you have a fleeting sense of deja vu.

    "Spencer?"

    You take a moment to relish the sound of saying your name before you respond in a quiet voice.

    "Yeah?"

    "Are you alright?"

    She is concerned about you and your heart begins to race with excitement. You wonder if she heard you last night…

    "Uh-huh."

    "Okay…I am going to go make some breakfast. Come down whenever you feel hungry."

    Your heart seems to stop as soon as it starts and sinks slowly to the bottom of your toes. She didn’t hear you, or she is ignoring your confession and you do not know which is worse. The water in the toilet is looking pretty good right now. You never were very good at holding your breath…

    Instead you find yourself walking down her stairs and toward her kitchen. You can not leave her like that. Not when she had been kind enough to make you breakfast.

    You step into the bright kitchen and onto the tiled floor. You squint your eyes because the light coming from the single glass window in the kitchen is blinding. You breath deeply and then stop yourself. Some smoke has filled your nostrils but you don’t flinch because it is the thought that counts right?