in my sleep because I awoke to Rachel cradling me and whispering into my hair like I was a baby. “Hey, hey. It’s okay.”
I sat upright and flattened my bed hair. “What, what happened? Was I dreaming?”
“I’d say you were nightmaring more like. Are you okay?”
“Just a bad dream. Nothing. I’m fine. I guess all that sugar and the fact that my sister is leaving me again.”
“Aw. I love you too. I just had lovely a snogging dream you rudely interrupted.
“You did?” I relaxed.
“Don’t laugh though. I was with that red head, Chazzer.”
“Oh! Nice! He’s all yours. Want his business card?” I jokingly checked my pockets.
“No way!” Our laughter echoed and I hugged Rachel hard. Her visit helped me heaps and I really didn’t want her to leave.
We kept our final goodbyes neat and simple usually, but I was an emotional mess. I felt like I was just rescued from a sinking ship this past week. Rachel helped me settle myself in the typhoon that was my life. She brought the eye of the storm and now things could begin to land and settle and be. All I needed to do was pick up the pieces I finally acknowledged as true and rebuild. I gave my best friend, my sister, a long tight hug. She was a good four inches shorter than me, but in many ways she was taller. Rachel lived her life for herself. Whoever, whatever man wanted to hop on her bus was welcomed if they followed her rules. I needed to charter my own bus and figure out my own life. I needed to figure out what moved me. Find my passion and do it every day like Rachel.
“Nix, I can’t breafe .” I didn’t realize that I was smothering Rachel. We composed ourselves and bid our farewells with a very manly pounding of our fists and bumping of our chests. My D cups with her B cups. Rachel pulled out a gift, which was flat like a CD case. Rachel and I loved making mixed, well tapes back in the day, and now discs for each other. Sort of like the soundtrack for our lives. She made me promise not to open it until the morning I picked up Bradlame--her new favorite nickname for him was becoming mine.
I waited until she checked in thoroughly with security. She absolutely fumed that she had to remove her designer shoes and jacket, but smiled for the lovely uniformed men and women. Once she hit the waiting area I blew my angel a kiss and headed out. For the first time in a while I felt energized and the sun wasn’t even up yet. I had dressed in my work out gear and decided on a run at Seaport Village. On my way out, my Blackberry vibrated. It was Rachel.
“Did you miss me already?” I teased.
“Promise you won’t get mad.”
“What did you do now?” I stopped walking.
“Promise you won’t be mad first.” Rachel pleaded.
“I. Promise.”
“I wanted to make sure there were armed men between us before I told you this, but I gave Thomas your number and he should be calling you by the end of the day if he’s your true love. Love you! Bye!” Before I could register what Rachel told me, I heard her cackling like a mad woman. Then, silence.
Chapter 6
Enter Sandman
I paced the parking lot, but the cool morning air couldn’t calm me. I looked at my phone again and a rush of nervous energy coursed through me. Rachel played cupid and with a possible call from Thomas today and the return of my soon-to-be ex-husband in two days, I bolted. I jogged up and down the water way, but the exertion didn’t assuage my panic. I tried to enjoy the heavenly sunrise, I really tried. I stopped, I breathed, but Thomas and Bradley’s faces entered my mind and all I could see were their silhouettes in the sky flying towards each other i n battle like a martial arts flick.
I ran back to my car and pulled out my work folder to check Thomas’s schedule for the month. He was off on Fridays. He was off today . Butterflies procreated and threatened to burst out of my belly. Maybe I’ll just shut off my phone. Simple. What the hell would I say to
I sat upright and flattened my bed hair. “What, what happened? Was I dreaming?”
“I’d say you were nightmaring more like. Are you okay?”
“Just a bad dream. Nothing. I’m fine. I guess all that sugar and the fact that my sister is leaving me again.”
“Aw. I love you too. I just had lovely a snogging dream you rudely interrupted.
“You did?” I relaxed.
“Don’t laugh though. I was with that red head, Chazzer.”
“Oh! Nice! He’s all yours. Want his business card?” I jokingly checked my pockets.
“No way!” Our laughter echoed and I hugged Rachel hard. Her visit helped me heaps and I really didn’t want her to leave.
We kept our final goodbyes neat and simple usually, but I was an emotional mess. I felt like I was just rescued from a sinking ship this past week. Rachel helped me settle myself in the typhoon that was my life. She brought the eye of the storm and now things could begin to land and settle and be. All I needed to do was pick up the pieces I finally acknowledged as true and rebuild. I gave my best friend, my sister, a long tight hug. She was a good four inches shorter than me, but in many ways she was taller. Rachel lived her life for herself. Whoever, whatever man wanted to hop on her bus was welcomed if they followed her rules. I needed to charter my own bus and figure out my own life. I needed to figure out what moved me. Find my passion and do it every day like Rachel.
“Nix, I can’t breafe .” I didn’t realize that I was smothering Rachel. We composed ourselves and bid our farewells with a very manly pounding of our fists and bumping of our chests. My D cups with her B cups. Rachel pulled out a gift, which was flat like a CD case. Rachel and I loved making mixed, well tapes back in the day, and now discs for each other. Sort of like the soundtrack for our lives. She made me promise not to open it until the morning I picked up Bradlame--her new favorite nickname for him was becoming mine.
I waited until she checked in thoroughly with security. She absolutely fumed that she had to remove her designer shoes and jacket, but smiled for the lovely uniformed men and women. Once she hit the waiting area I blew my angel a kiss and headed out. For the first time in a while I felt energized and the sun wasn’t even up yet. I had dressed in my work out gear and decided on a run at Seaport Village. On my way out, my Blackberry vibrated. It was Rachel.
“Did you miss me already?” I teased.
“Promise you won’t get mad.”
“What did you do now?” I stopped walking.
“Promise you won’t be mad first.” Rachel pleaded.
“I. Promise.”
“I wanted to make sure there were armed men between us before I told you this, but I gave Thomas your number and he should be calling you by the end of the day if he’s your true love. Love you! Bye!” Before I could register what Rachel told me, I heard her cackling like a mad woman. Then, silence.
Chapter 6
Enter Sandman
I paced the parking lot, but the cool morning air couldn’t calm me. I looked at my phone again and a rush of nervous energy coursed through me. Rachel played cupid and with a possible call from Thomas today and the return of my soon-to-be ex-husband in two days, I bolted. I jogged up and down the water way, but the exertion didn’t assuage my panic. I tried to enjoy the heavenly sunrise, I really tried. I stopped, I breathed, but Thomas and Bradley’s faces entered my mind and all I could see were their silhouettes in the sky flying towards each other i n battle like a martial arts flick.
I ran back to my car and pulled out my work folder to check Thomas’s schedule for the month. He was off on Fridays. He was off today . Butterflies procreated and threatened to burst out of my belly. Maybe I’ll just shut off my phone. Simple. What the hell would I say to
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