dream, sweet dream…

so, i was late to work last night.  i KNOW i set my alarm, i checked it twice even…  but there i was, waking up at 1:19 thinking, "oh… 11:19, lots of time."

"WAIT!!! THAT’S NOT 11:19!"

at which point i called work, jumped into some clothes, and jetted to work.  a few hours later i realised what it was that made me not hear, or turn off my alarm in my sleep.  i was thinking about my barista.  not just thinking, but dreaming about her.

nothing sexual you perverts… lol

no, i’m not even sure i was dreaming anything specific.  i think we were just sitting on a couch chatting.  no idea what we were talking about…  needless to say i woke up with a smile.

and of course, i got to see her again today.  here is where things get sketchy for me.  when i left her house yesterday, she seemed a bit "date=okay/meh"

but this morning, she hadn’t gotten much sleep and she didn’t look all that good.  but as soon as she saw me, it was like everything brightened.  now there is a very good chance i was imagining things…  but it sure seemed that way to me.  but the rest of the morning, every time i walked by the coffee cart (which isn’t very much… i usually spend all my time in the back of the store thinking about her.  lol)  everytime i walked by she looked relieved… like she didn’t have to act anymore.

i would have offered a hug, but i wasn’t sure how to go about that when you first meet someone.  to be perfectly honest, we haven’t known each other that long, but… i don’t know.  things click (for me… not sure about her).

the only thing i’m worried about is that it will turn out like marta again… i know if i say "i couldn’t do that again" that it would be a lie, because i constantly do it.  if this doesn’t turn out, so be it.  i’ll live.  it might hurt, but this time i don’t care. 

*smiles*  so yeah.  anyway… we’re planning a date for next week (after our schedules come out) and we’re going to hook up and go see Wallace and Grommit.  if we’re lucky her daughter can come… (yes, i purposefully omitted that part).  *shrugs* i don’t care.  i like it really. 🙂

anyway… now the real reason i was going to write today (that ended up being a much longer prelude of this entry.  i didn’t mean for that to happen).

 

Sogno, Sogno Dolce (Dream, Sweet Dream)

 

sunlight filtered through the blinds as he tossed and turned trying to fall asleep.  flipping onto his stomach he longed to be out on the deck, sitting in the sun with a book and a cold beverage…

cold beverage… getting up he went into the bathroom and splashed cold water on his face.  then taking his cup, he downed several full of the cool water hoping to calm his racing brain into sleep.  laying back down in bed he stretched and nestled back into his comfortable position and look up at the ceiling.  looking to the side he saw the clock — 6:00pm. 

crap!  it’s 6pm already? i’m gonna be hurting at work tonight.

he realised that those words seemed to come from his mouth more often than not.  what am i gonna do…

to say that he hated his job was an understatement.  but to say that he didn’t want it was not.  he was thinner, leaner, more handsome than he’d ever been in his life.  the labor of the job seemed to keep the pounds away… more than that, they helped him lose weight.  he had more muscle definition now than he did in track in high school.

looking over at the clock again… 7:28pm.  ugh…

why me.  really the only upside of work (besides the weight thing, which seemed to be just as much of a curse as a blessing) was the girl at the coffee cart.  they had become fast friends and looked foward to seeing each other at work as often as possible.  however, sometimes she wouldn’t open, in which case it was often a week or so before seeing her.

but that was okay.  they had each others’ phone numbers and called to say hi whenever it had been a few days.  they talked alot, laughed alot, smiled alot.  even now, i smile just thinking about her… go figure

8:08pm

as if it wasn’t late enough already.  SHEESH!!

rolling over yet again he snuggled back into the covers and closed his eyes again. 

RING, RING RING!

waking suddenly from a half sleep, he got up and answered the phone, "hello?"

"hey, its me…" BUZZ

he walked over to the door and opened it, waiting for her to arrive.  he realised it was pouring rain.  lightening ripped across the sky, pealing thunder in deafening roars.

he could hear her before seeing her.  the squishing of her shoes made it obvious she had to walk in the rain.  quickly running to the laundry, he pulled out a freshly cleaned towel and ran back to the door.  she was standing there, absolutely soaked with rain.  her teeth chattered slightly as he noticed that her eye make-up had run slightly, but he was unsure if it was caused by the rain, or something else.

"hey there." he said with a smile.

she attempted a wide smile, which looked more of a grimace, and stepped inside.  not sure if it was something wrong or the cold, he draped the towel about her and took her bag from her and dropped it by the door.  "you all right?" he asked.

"y-y-yeah…"  pulling the towel tight around her he began to rub her shoulders trying to return a semblance of warmth to her body.

"we need to get you out of those clothes…"  she eyed him and gave a funny little smile.  "not… not what i meant."  she winked at him and began stripping at the door.  turning his back quickly he began walking to his room.  "i’ll get you some dry clothes."

returning with a pair of pj bottoms and a long sleeve shirt, "sorry, i don’t think i have any underwear that will fit you."  they both laughed as she took the clothes, their hands touching momentarily.  both stopped and looked into each others eyes. 

but she began stripping again and he turned once again to give her privacy, all the while thanking that it was dark in the apartment hiding his blushes and smiles.  "if you leave your clothes by the door, i’ll toss them in the wash for ya."

"t-thanks." 

 

 

more later. 🙂
– noah