“Are you getting up, Paul?” Lindsey asked, prodding his foot with her hand.
“What time is it?” He mumbled.
“Nearly eight.” She replied.
“I’m getting up.” He said as his eyes popped open.
Lindsey left the room and Paul lay there on the bed waiting for the images from his dreams to dissipate. They were different this time. Usually his dreams were of fanciful things, or his family, but last night he was in Louisiana. He couldn’t remember the name of the town, but he questioned if it only existed in his mind.
There was something about the dream that stuck with him. He could make out the run down, pastel-colored buildings all sitting in a row. There was little difference to the yards or design of each house, but he could still clearly picture it in his mind. He saw children playing in the street while adults talked in the yards barely looking on to their children’s activities.
He turned at a light blue colored house and found himself walking up to a long-haired, dark-skinned woman he hadn’t met before. She practically glowed in the sunlight. She turned and smiled directly at him as though she could see him.
“Where’d you go?” She said. “Why’d you leave?”
His mind raced, trying to figure out how it was possible that she could see him and knew that he had been pulled from the dream.
“I’m sorry, my girlfriend-” He got out.
“Paul!” Someone shouted. His eyes snapped open again to see a frustrated Lindsey staring down at him.
“Sorry!” He said throwing the covers off him, “I’m getting out of bed now!”
He felt dizzy, and couldn’t shake Amanda from his mind.