Exams are around the corner and I feel empty information wise. The end of semester finals are the worst. I've always wondered why they don't just do a modular approach. It's no use complaining now though, I just gotta get myself ready.
It's already ten pm and my schedule is full, there's no sleeping for me this week. I turn off the main lights and only leave on my bedside lamp and immerse myself into my books.
It's now a habit of studying with the lights off but it started off as a strong urge to save on the bills as much as possible.
I'm studying the Romanticism (1798–1837) sector. It's understandable but alot to take in. I'm scribbling down, notes, citations and starring key points. A thought of Reign suddenly colonise my mind.
It irritates me, having to study so much but destructions keep popping up. I try to push it away, but his green eyes keep taunting me. I reluctantly give in and all the memories of when we were together flood in playing one after the other.
My body temperature suddenly start to rise, I check the AC and it's set on its usually, it's also almost midnight so it can't be so hot that I'd sweat. I start feeling feathery light, which I don't pay too much attention to and reach for a bottle of water on my night stand.
I swig in the whole contents but nothing changes, rather it feels worse. I reach for the bedside to replace the bottle but it falls with a thunk to the floor. I look around for it and I see myself floating away from the bed.
This mattress I'm in feels very comfortable, and the quilts are so soft and snuggly, there's also a warm figure beside me. I slowly peel my eyes open and horror freezes me in place.
I continue looking around, I'm not in my room, this one has blue wallpaper and is more spacious than my own apartment. I take in the rest of it and a pang of envy hits me, which I swallow and go on to investigate the warm figure beside me.
I slowly, and carefully lift the blanket off to reveal jet black hair russled out of place. The figure shifts to face me and I almost scream, but I manage to smack a hand to my mouth and stiffle it.
'Reign!! It can't be. How on earth did I even end up in his room' I'm screaming at myself, in my head. I hold my breath and try to breathe steadily, trying not to wake him up.
I slide out of his bed and walk to a window facing a vast backyard garden. A stairway snakes from the perfectly manicured garden up to a pair of doors besides the window. I release a breath of relief, I realize I was actually holding my breath the whole time.
I push them open, and they silently let out –'a perfectly oiled machine', I murmur appreciatingly.
I walk for a long while before reaching the main road where I hail a cab and take a ride back home
I toss myself on my mattress as soon as I get home. 'What just happened.' I slap myself. 'ouch,' it stings, it wasn't a dream then, I lived that, I was in Ree's bed.
I'm out of sorts, I'm sure all the studying I was doing has gone down the drain.
When I roll over to to check my time, I get up and sprint to the shower. I have thirty minutes only to shower, get dressed, have breakfast and commute to campus.
By the time I'm done getting dressed, it's down to 15. I'm still feeling strange, and my being late isn't helping me at all.
I forgo breakfast and go straight to campus. I arrive when everyone is already already in their seats. I scurry to mine and dumb my back pack beside me.
A sigh of relief escapes my lips, loud enough to draw some attention. I'm scanning the exam paper and the book I was reading last night is everything in there. The best part is that I remember all of it.
I'm walking around the after my exams. The old buildings adding a gothic feel to the air, vines cascading down the three story walls, the cloud cover making it worse, the clouds are hanging low,heavy with rain.
I perch myself on a bench behind the library building and stare in to space. Thoughts of what happened last night take over my empty mind. I run a hand through my hair, it glowed when I was floating. 'What's in it?' I wonder, who am I? What am I? These questions flood my mind and I feel a strong urge to scream.
I give in, and the birds flatter out of trees startled. I hadn't noticed them there, if I had I would have controlled it.
I grab my back pack and start around the college campus again, feeling worse than before. I use every ounce of willpower in me to stay clear of thoughts about Ree. I wouldn't want to end up at their breakfast table or worse in the shower with him.
During my thought session back at the bench, I figured that thinking about Reign that much, my thoughts had carried me to him. The how part is what's still a mystery.
Cherry blossoms flatter majestically to the ground carpeting it. I stand below the tree admiring it's perfection. A foreign feeling assaults me, a yearning of longing I haven't experienced in long while. If I knew my birth mother, if I had grown up in her company, maybe she would have prepared me for whatever this is. Maybe she this wouldn't have come as a surprise.
Tears pool in my eyes and I let them freely flow down my cheeks. I stare up at the tree through teary eyes, if only my life was as perfect as you are.
I spend the rest of the day walking around aimlessly. I'm surprised when the sun sets over the trees,making them cast eerily long shadows on the ground.
I decide to walk back home instead of commuting. I walk among the shadows, feeling like one of them. When I finally get home, my feet are sore and the exhaustion is unbearable. I take off the back pack and throw it across the room, and I toss myself on the bed. Sleep carries me away as soon as I close my eyes, and give in.
"Ocean! Ocean!" I hear my name being called and I run down a flight of steps towards it. "Yes mom." I call back, running towards the voice. A lady sits on a bench with her back to me, her red long hair riding on the wind. "I want to tell you something." She says, in a sweet come voice. "Come sit." She says, patting a seat beside her.
I walk jubilantly towards her and when I'm almost by the bench she says,"Sit behind me." Her voice panick striken. I oblige and sit with my feet hanging from the bench. "Mommy, you wanted to tell me something." I say, smiling, craning my neck to face her back. "Yes darling." She says and clears her throat, dreading to start the explanation. "Ocean darling, we are witches, so are you." My eyes bulge at her words. I've always hated witches, the ones I read about in my story books are mean. "Mom, I don't want to be one." I say, my voice choked from the tears. "Oow darling so do I but it leaves us with no choice. If we leave we get sick." She says, trying to calm me. "Your hair is the same color as mine for that reason. It was the same with your gram and the ones before her too." She says, pointing out more facts for me.
She pats my hair and says, "We are witches"
I almost jump out of bed, her voice still reverberating around me. I feel around me, and the first confirmation I get is my teddy bear. Relief washes over me when I realize I'm still in my room. For a moment there, I thought I had been taken back to my childhood with all the longing that was in my chest last night.
I sit up and wipe the sweat off my forehead with the back of my hand. The feeling from the dream slowly dissipates, leaving me empty and alone. My eyes flicker to the window, and the flowers were the alive and blossoming. I wonder why my dreams are still awry.
She said I was a witch. I know it was just a dream, but the remnant feeling after the dream seemed to be saying something else. It's the most logical explanation for my thinking of Ree and finding myself in his room.
I want to know what's happening to me, but the last thing I want is confirmation that I'm a witch.