Would You Meet Her?

Morning light peaked through the thin curtains. You know, those thin curtains like a slip to a woman’s dress. They never block the sun; instead they filter the light for the room. Man I want to sleep longer, just to finish the dream I’m having. But the light is beaming through my eye lips, interrupting my focus. I put my head under the pillow and damn, that doesn’t help. I’m awake now, might as well wake up.

Jump in the shower and the water’s perfect. I love showers in the morning. Lather up and get my thoughts together on what’s ahead. Is there someone in my apartment? I hear an odd noise, like music from my living room. I didn’t have a guest, not that I remember. Who has a key besides Alicia? No one not even my mother. Who is there? I turned the off the shower, grabbed a towel, and grabbed a pair of shorts from my dresser. I can’t believe the music is still going. “Who is there?” I waited for an answer while I grabbed a shoe from the closet. “What the hell am I going to do with a shoe?…Throw it and run?” That works for me.

“Damn it, why am I worried? Who would come into someone’s apartment and turn on a stereo? Who does that unless it’s someone you know?  Man up and walk out there..” I’m looking at the floor for signs as I enter the room. A quick glance and no shadows, no movement, nothing. And the music stopped. “Oh hell no, I could swear my stereo was playing.” I can’t believe my window is cracked with my air conditioner blowing. Wait.. Did I leave the window open? No, I didn’t…no wait, I did when Cheryl was here.

Growl growl rumble rumble…Listen to my stomach tell me it’s time. Whip up breakfast,, fried egg, toast, and a strip of bacon sounds delicious. Let’s see what’s in the fridge. Egg, bacon, no bread. It’s a protein breakfast for me. Where did I put the frying pan? There in the dishwasher, right where I left it. The flame on the stove is perfect, Slice a little butter, and crack the egg, drop it in and put the bacon on the side. Bacon oil cooking the egg. It’s going to be a perfect day.

The phone rings loud without showing the caller’s identity. Who’s calling at this hour? it’s not my girl so it’s got to be important. “Hello.”

  “Hi, I’m the woman of your dream.”

  “Excuse me?”

  “We were about to meet for the first time before the sun woke you.”

  “You have got to be kidding I had no woman in my dream.”

  “You didn’t? Let me remind you of how it went.  I was on a bus in a blue dress, heading to my office. When a car slammed into the side of the bus I was thrown into your arms. Glass was everywhere and I don’t know how I dodge the shatter. You covered me as soon as I landed. I thought it was so sweet of you. When the ambulance came, I helped others with you get the attention they needed.”

  “Wait, wait, hold on. Is this some sort of joke? Did you get this from a movie?”

  “Tell me the name of the movie so I can rent it.”

  “Oh my God, you are serious.”

  “Is there a missing part of your dream I didn’t cover?”

  “You read my mind while I’m sleeping.”

  “Is that possible?”

  “Everything is possible. You’re calling me from my dream.”

  “No, I’m calling you from downtown. Why don’t you meet me?”

  “I’m not so sure of …wait, on second thought, we should. You can tel me a few things.’

(If you received a call from a stranger who knew specific detail from your  dream, would you meet her/him?)