I woke, thrilled by the enigma of the previous night only to find myself in a wide and well decorated room. I sat up right on the bed having the white contour sheets over my legs spreading to the very end of the bed. The whole air was filled with the aroma of scrambled eggs and the irresistible crisp of French fries, I steadied towards the door, feeling tensed up for a moment, which was at the left side of the room having the same trouser but this time, I had a white sweater on. Just when my right hand motioned for the door's handle, it opened wide.
"Oh! You're awake". She uttered holding some neatly folded clothes in her hands.
"Where am I?" I asked watching her head towards a door which to me was a closet. "How did you find me?"
"I saw you" she replied "For a few seconds you were squatting outside and the next minute you were gone".
"So you followed me?" I asked as she turned keeping the clothes beneath the top shelf by her left side.
"Yes, I followed you", she responded diverting her look on me and walked towards the bed arranging the white sheets.
"Why where you stalking me?" still asking.
"You stalk me all the time and I never complain".
"How do you mean I stalk you all the time?". Still asking but this time, puzzled
"For a man like you, you ask too many questions which you know the answer to".
"That doesn't explain what I'm doing here" I retorted.
"First of all, I was expecting a thank you from, you know, yours truly, and instead I get questions in exchange for appreciation."
I watched her finish from the bed and went further leaning on the door post of the closet before she sighed sitting down on the bed placing a pillow on her lap. She buried her face in her palms for a second before running them through her turquoise hair and then she gazed at the window having her fingers entwined in each other.
"Your hair" I started
"What about my hair?" she asked.
"Have they always been turquoise or it's just a dye ?".
She turned facing me at the door post of the closet and giving me a look of incoherence filling me with guilt of asking the wrong question at the wrong time.
"Do you really want to know?"
"Of course, you've never changed the color of your hair neither have you styled it at least into something different, you're always on the usual".
"Was that an insult or a compliment?" she asked. This confirmed that I was terrible at asking questions.
Diverting her gaze on me, she looked down at the pillow fidgeting her fingers through each other.
"I was a blond haired girl, not until I met the old lady after my parents passed. I had this horrible nightmare where my head was burned with the flames from a dragon".
"Let me guess, a turquoise coloured dragon." I interrupted.
"Yes, a turquoise coloured dragon", she continued, at first I saw an eagle flying towards my path, but it vanished in thin air".
"How did you know it had a turquoise skin?". She asked in enthusiasm.
"I knew because I had the same encounter", I started walking towards the bed before seating beside her, " The dragon scared my life to death and my right hand was stuck on the door knob. I thought the dragon would devour me, but for some reason it flew upwards and I got attacked by the lion."
"You got attacked by a lion and you survived, how?"
"That's exactly what I can't answer right now. And for the first time in my life I have to confess, I need help."
"You're really lucky you're alive because lots of people get killed by the lion." she said making me feel lucky for some reason.
"I don't understand" I stated clearly having a look of befuddlement plastered on my face.
"Based on what I heard, the lion is always right, it kills the wrong person each time wiping them out of history."
"So basically I'm the right one chosen by the lion?"
"Definitely" she responded sounding so sure.
I turned my head over and soon enough, we were looking at each other in the eye with silence erupting the whole room. I could only but notice how beautiful her iris shown in perfect blue pigment flashed at mine. Her eyes lit up and the glow left me amazed but bewildered at how possible her eyes could glow in broad daylight.
"How did you do that?" I asked.
"Do what?" responding close to a whisper narrowing her eyes at me.
"Make your eyes glow, how did you do that?"
"Every chosen has a spark in his eye which is triggered by emotion".
"I felt something when our eyes clashed, it was stupidly amazing" I uttered.
"Then keep up with that", she responded patting my left shoulder with her left hand heading towards the door of which she she proceeded into when I woke."Breakfast is ready" she added before closing the door shut behind her leaving me still sitting on the bed holding the pillow she picked up earlier. I sighed turning towards the window watching the cars pass by the road, only to spot her walking up the right side of the pavement as the sun rays rested on her body at the early hours of 8:00 am, I only but could think of the possibilities of me gaining speed like hers.
This left me wondering what the cause of my limitations were although there was so much to learn and so much to practice, but the beginning of every journey never starts easy, yet the pitfalls was what I wasn't ready to face because I was scared I wouldn't overcome if I was chosen by mistake.
I nodded my head and looked back at the window once more standing up right only to spot something else. The old man at the supermarket looking straight at me way across the road. I knew I was two floors away from the ground surface, but the look on his eyes was haunted, dark and untrustworthy. He turned making his way across the road and soon he was out of plain sight filling me with possibilities that something was up with him yet I couldn't depict what it was.