"Good morning," Rachel said, and kissed me ever so lightly on the shoulder that she had just been sleeping on.
"Good morning, Rachel."
I bent over and kissed her on the lips with my free hand behind her head, cradling it. The kiss started out tender then got deeper. I brought her closer to me so I could roll over on her while leaning on my forearms so that I wouldn’t crush her. Her arms slowly glided around my neck so her body was pressed against mine. The kiss ended and I just held her as I rolled back onto my back with her head leaning on my shoulder.
"I love you, Nick," She spoke, sounding more awake now.
She shifted so that her upper body was on my chest and she could stare into my eyes.
"I love you too, Rachel." I grinned, pushing some of her hair behind her ear and out of her face.
I bolted up, panting heavily. I started to wonder where the hell that dream came from. It seemed more real than any dream I have ever had! After that dream I couldn't go back to sleep for the fear of what laid behind those closed eyes of mine. I kept tossing and turning and my eyes were scared open. The room in the dream looked like a mix between this one and my room in my parent’s house, I could almost feel the warmth of her body against me. Frustrated, I sat on the edge of the low bed and had my feet on the carpet. I rested my head in my hands still trying to figure out my dream. Where did that come from?
We had fallen asleep together before but nothing like that happened. Nor had I made any real moves to get us in that direction. I could not even picture her being like that in the bedroom. Her taking over by rolling over me like that or letting me pull that stuff on her. Standing up I finally gave up on sleep to go get food. Rachel was in the kitchen dressed and eating breakfast, not paying any attention to me.
"Morning," I mumbled, my eyes now on the floor avoiding her.
Glancing up though, for a brief moment, I was able to catch Rachel's eyes as she smiled causing me want to kick myself at the stupid nerves in my stomach. I was not about to let that dumb dream take over my conscious life. Who needed an evil twin when one had a self conscious; seriously that thing was just pain in the ass more than anything else. Her and I had enough to deal with without me having a dream fresh in my mind of the two of us pressed together.
"Morning, do you want me to leave the milk out for you?" Rachel asked while she was grabbing a spoon out of a drawer for herself, she had out a bowl of Honey Nut Cheerios.
"Um, sure," I answered, still trying to gather my thoughts.
Rachel just strolled by me while she was taking bites out of her breakfast. She didn't seem on edge like I was inside my head as she stood by a front window. Since I heard about the protesters I was happy we couldn't see the street from our house. The girl really was standing in my line of sight while she was eating. There wasn't much food inside the house, but there was a pad and pen on the refrigerator with a stack of envelopes next to them in a basket that was also on a magnet for us to write what we needed. I poured myself a bowl of cereal, but taking a bite I cringed slightly, they really weren't as good as Frosted Flakes. I sighed, finishing the bowl anyway, it was food.
"You seem quiet," Rachel finally broke the silence as I was washing my bowl to put into the drying rack.
I shrugged. "Bad night sleep, weird dream."
"Oh okay," Rachel responded, before staring out the window once again. "Just as a warning I'm probably going to ask Bridget to come over for a little bit, but I'm going over there first."
"That's no problem, this is your place too," I spoke up, shuffling my feet a little wishing I had something to do to keep me busy. "Maybe I'll go see one of my friends."
Rachel smiled. "That could be fun."
"Yup." I wore a tight grin as I watched her put on her coat.
"I'll see you later and we can figure out what there is for dinner," Rachel informed me, as she pulled her hair out of her coat and left me alone in the house.
I groaned the second the door was closed. "I'm so freaking stupid!"
I brought my hands to my face then drove my fingers over my scalp. As my fingers ran through each strand the need for a shower grew, I hated oily hair. Waltzing into the bathroom I saw a couple of towels under the sink as the water was warming up.
