I’m confused. I swear to god I was just on a boat drifting to that viciously green tropical island and the sun was making my cheeks burn. And the water! Water so clear I could see fish the size of my nails blissfully chasing each other in groups, like little kids playing team sports at school. The shaky turquoise surface reflecting my sweaty face and the ocean breeze was cooling me down just enough.
Honestly, I loved it so much! I wanna go back!
Nevertheless, I decided to look around. Who knows maybe the place I suddenly teleported to, as one does, might be even better. Ah, there were trees, and not some ordinary trees for that matter. They were the size of skyscrapers, if not bigger. Another possibility was just me shrinking like Alice in the Wonderland. I wonder if people lived there. It would be a very cosy place to inhabit if you ask me.
I imagined round, spacious rooms, to which the sun was stretching its rays, peeking through uneven holes, serving for windows. In the middle, an endless spiral staircase, soaring all the way to the sky. All of this kept in brown and beige undertones, contrasting with the dark green of the conifer needles. Very cosy.
Actually imagining it made me want a warm cup of hot chocolate, with marshmallows melting on top, so I started moving again, hoping I would find a coffee shop or at least a gas station. There was a path, wide enough to fit a car, curving upwards slightly. I decided following it was a reasonable decision.
20 minutes have passed and I was starting to miss the island I never got to. I don’t even care if there was a beast ready to eat me alive at the coast. At least there would be some action. I was walking and walking and the landscape did not change one bit. I looked over my shoulder to see if I didn’t miss any side paths and to my surprise, I saw a silhouette. I started running towards it and soon realised it was indeed another person. Excitement rippled through my chest and I waved to him smiling.
‘Alright, so I am a normal size I guess’ I mumbled to myself. I saw the look on his face. He definitely heard it and now thinks I’m crazy.
‘No I mean I just shrink sometimes” I tried to explain myself, obviously making it worse. I wonder what it feels like to have social skills.
‘Yeah I have no idea what you’re talking about, but you should be careful, you know. Don’t you think running up to a stranger in a forest is a bit wild?’
‘Well, you look friendly’ I smiled. I wasn’t lying, his eyes looked tired, the outer corners going slightly downwards. But they were definitely the eyes of a kind person, a beautiful dark brown shade, with the sunshine subtly highlighting one of them.
‘I like your Medusa hair’ I said, twirling my own hair between my fingers.
‘Who the fuck is Medusa. Or is it a hairstyle?’ that made me let out a chuckle, imagine going to the hair salon asking for a Medusa cut.
‘You know, the creature from Greek mythology that has little snakes instead of actual hair and it’s a pretty badass character’
‘Snakes? I take offence to that. And you’re a weirdo’ he said, walking away. I didn’t want him to go. One reason was that I was just so tired of walking with no aim, another… he was interesting, I wanted to get to know him more.
‘Wait! It’s a compliment! I love Greek mythology! I’ve associated you with something good!’
‘Pretty sure you said that Medusa is a villain’
‘Oh come on, she’s a cool character, and I usually don’t even like villains. There you go, even more of a compliment. Now, you called me a weirdo, so let me entertain you, cause trust me, there’s nothing where you’re heading’ I grabbed his wrist in an impulse. His skin was amazingly soft and suddenly I felt an urge to slide my hand into his, but also reminded myself we met a minute ago, just as quick.
‘You talk too much, but I guess I’ll stay’ he shrugged.
The thin braids were dangling from his head to the rhythm of our steps. He had this energy that made him unintentionally adorable. I didn’t want to fully trust my instinct yet, since my first impressions usually tend to be wrong. One thing I was sure of is he intrigued me like no one has in a long time. Then I realised I don’t even know the most basic and essential information about him. And no, I’m not talking about his birth chart.
‘Sorry I forgot to ask. What’s your name?’ I turned my head to him.
The annoying high pitched sound of my alarm was drilling its way inside my brain. I looked at my phone. It was 8 am and I was in my boring bed, not ready to get up at all. I covered my face with a blanket and clenched my eyelids as hard as I could, blindly hoping I could return to the dream. As the good old reality has disappointed me again I felt more frustrated than usual. What was the meaning of this dream? Who was that person and why do I remember him so vividly? I was sure I never saw him in real life, I would have noticed him if I did. Was he just a made up construction of my subconscious? I can surely tell that no guy in real life has ever stroke my interest as much. So was he just the man of my dreams? In quite a literal way too. I threw my pillow against the wall, frustrated. Even if I did fall asleep now, what are the chances of dreaming about the same thing? Or even remembering the dream? I needed to shake off the post-dream confusion and get back to life. Letting out a sigh, I sat up.
‘Let’s get ready for the challenges of the day!’ I said, ironically impersonating motivational speakers.
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