I hit the ground, hard. My whole body felt as if it were going to crumble under the pressure. Everything around was dark and I was barely able to breath. I felt the solid, cold floor beneath me. I knew it was the end.
Just then, I felt a hand on my arm. It was cold, but a different kind of cold, on my hot skin. Then there was light. Bright light, nearly burning my eyes out of brilliance. I could see his face then and I could feel him all around me. I felt whole, like the thing I had been waiting for had finally arrived, and I hadn't even realized that I'd been waiting for it. My head was pounding still, but I could feel myself slowly regaining the strength in my body. He held me there for a long moment then he opened his mouth and began to speak.
"We will walk into your life and nothing will ever be the same. Your whole life is going to change, be ready." His voice was barely a whisper, but I heard every syllable clearly as he spoke in a beautiful, accented tone.
That's when I woke up. Just as I had for the past two months, every night having that dream and every morning waking up at that exact point. At first, the dream had scared me, but after the first week or two I wished for just a moment more, I had so many questions. I wanted to know who he was, where he was coming from, how would I find him, who was "we", there was so much that I didn't know.
I slid out of bed, went into the bathroom, and started a hot shower. I stepped in and let reality hit me. I told myself that it was only a dream, that none of it was going to happen, but for some reason it felt a lot more real than anything else in my life.
It was Saturday, I had promised Coral that I would go book shopping with her ridiculously early. Book shopping with Coral was like taking a five year old to Disney World, very fun to watch, but a huge pain.
She showed up at half past eight all bright eyed, dressed in her usual skinny jeans, ballet flats and lacey top ensemble. She looked like a picture when I opened the front door, her dark hair pulled up in a messy, but chic way. My emerald eyes were still half closed and I was holding my granola bar that I was having for breakfast. I was wearing one of my old vintage dresses, looking a bit shabby, my long, dirty blonde hair air-dried and barely combed out.
"Hey Cam! Are you ready?" She looked me up and down with a skeptical smile, I could see the disapproval deep in her bright, blue eyes.
"No, Coral, I am not. I slept in this, since I always sleep in dresses, I was planning on changing." I smirked sarcastically.
"Nice. I wasn't talking about your dress, though. I love the dress, but please do something about your hair." I was already walking toward the bathroom as she said this and I heard her call after me, "A little make-up wouldn't hurt you either! You must've been up all night by the looks of your eyes!"
She really was a sweet person, my best friend in the world, that's the only reason why I took what she said with no offense. She meant well and was only telling me the truth.
After combing my hair and applying eyeliner and mascara, I stepped back into my living room where she was sitting, flipping through a book of mine.
"Better?" I asked.
"Much darling, now let's get out of here!"
We got into my car and were on our way. The car ride was silent at first. We were both gazing out of the windows at the place we had grown up. We both lived the majority of our nineteen years here and it had been growing all the while with us. I was born in a somewhat larger city just to the north, same county. She was born in a bigger city, but much farther south. This place was our home and we despised it, but loved it at the same time.
"Cora, I've been having a dream. For quite some time now I've been dreaming that I was close to death and then a guy saves me."
"Oooh! You know, that probably means that right now you are on the peak of sexual starvation and soon you will meet a guy that will satisfy you! I mean, come on, how long has it been since Benjy?"
I let out a long sigh, "It's not that at all. He tells me that he's coming, he tells me to be ready. It's probably just some crazy dream, something my mind has manifested due to too many books and fantasies."
"Camilla, you know I am a firm believer in dream meanings. This guy in your dream means something."
I responded with a little nod of my head and let the subject drop. I didn't feel like talking about it. I knew what I was thinking made no sense at all and I didn't want to accidentally confess it, even to my best friend because I was thinking that this dream was literal. I was thinking that this guy really was coming and that my life really would never be the same again.