I looked from one direction to the other. My eyes scanned the unfamiliar room trying to be aware of my surroundings. I was alone and the room was dim. It was a beautiful place. The furniture and room were different reds, browns, and yellows. It screamed warm and intimate. Is this a dream? I thought to myself. It was in fact a dream as I focused more. The edges of my vision were a soft blur. It made the idea of being in a dream more realistic. As this swirled in my head I felt something well in my chest. What was it? It felt like pain but it reminded me of one of my more familiar emotions. Jealousy, I hate this emotion. It was the one I hard trouble controlling.  A presence around me had awaken it. I couldn't help but scan the empty room again to find the source of what was making me feel this way. Finally my eyes rested where a door stood. The door was no longer visible. There stood a tall and handsome man. He was easily taller than the door and I had to lean my head back some to look at his face.

His eyes were emotionless but the beautiful hazel they were was inviting. They had always been. Yes, this man was very familiar. My heart raced as it had did when I seen him so many times before in my dreams and in my conscious mind. My eyes trailed over his body and landed on his hand that was intertwined with another hand. This hand was small and fragile compared to his big and masculine ones. It was as fare as snow compared to his copper tone. My eyes followed this hand up the arm to the shoulder then finally to the face it all belonged to. She was a dull character. To dull for him. Nothing memorable enough to recall. The jealousy I felt burned inside of me even hotter. Without even thinking I walked up to him and wrapped my arms around his waist. Before I could think threw what was going on his arms wrapped around me back. I peaked over his arm to see if she would react, but she had vanished as quickly as they appeared. The feeling  of warmth spread threw my body and I felt as if I was home from a long business trip. Relief swallowed me whole and it was just me and him. I leaned back to look at him. His eyes burned with satisfaction. As if he felt exactly what I felt at that moment. He bent down to me slowly bringing his lips closer and closer to mine. His breath heavy on my face I couldn't help but try to close the gap between us.

BEEP BEEP BEEP BEEEP

I shoot straight up at the sound of my alarm. "FUCK" I whispered under my breath. This had to stop I thought to myself. I had to take a minute to settle all the emotions running threw me. Longing, regret, and anguish all subdued to there usual just below the surface position. I got out of bed and went into the bathroom and turned on the light. I looked at myself in the mirror. My long dark brown hair was a bird's nest and the dark circles around my brown eyes still prominent as usual. I sighed at my zombie like appearance and picked up my brush. I yanked it threw my hair til is was tangle free. After this I started the water in the shower and got in. After getting dressed I walked into the kitchen. There stood my husband his back to me the aroma if coffee hit me at once and I went to get a mug out the cupboard. Hearing that he wasn't alone he turned to find me. When his eye rested on me I could tell this wasn't going to be a good morning. His ice blue eyes were cold like their color. He traces up and down my body before he spoke. "Where do you think you are going dressed like that?" I reflexively looked down at myself. I wore a simple black dress it hugged my curves but I couldn't help that it was just the way my body was. The dress fell to my knee and I wore a beige cardigan with black wedges. My hair was half up in a silver clip. The rest flowed down my back. It was simple but formal enough for my job. This is how pretty much every morning went. I walked past him to get to the coffee maker. "Work as usual, can't we start our morning any better than this?" I asked half pleading and half nonchalant. "Not when you look like you are about to go stand on a street corner!" He had raised his voice with this remark. Used to this I didn't flinch. As usual I continued to get my coffee. My scarasm bubbled. "I must be on a high end corner girl to be dressed like this."

His eyes grew colder and I could tell he was about to say something but he stopped when he heard the door open in the front of the house. "Hello? It's me Mary I'm sorry I'm a little late." called a small voice as the door closed. I looked over at the clock on the wall it said 8:34. Mary was my daughter's baby sitter she was my age. Her hair sandy blonde in color and with short curls shaped around her face. Her green eyes had worry in them and I smiled at her. "Honey you're only four minutes late don't be so hard on yourself." Derek on the other had was the opposite of me. "We pay you to be here on time so we can go to work! Don't let it happen again!" She coward at his words and I shook my head. I walked into the living room where my daughter lay asleep. She was just a little over a year old and she had my brown hair and her father's blue eyes. I blew her a kiss so not to wake her and gathered my things and headed to work.