Those Green Eyes

“How long are you going to keep doing this to yourself?” Jay said out of nowhere. My head turned to look at him above my tattered journal.

“Do what?” Did I say something earlier I forgot? I know I have a tendency to go into my own world but I can wake up enough when someone is talking to me. He stared me down like I had done something wrong.

“Keep living in this world without being in it.” Where was this coming from? The room was silent. He had shut off the TV and was just looking at me like a therapist with a patient.

“I have no idea what you’re talking about.” I tried to go back to my writing but his eyes kept boring into me. “What?” I snapped my head back to glare at him.

“You keep writing about these dreams and you ever wonder if they are trying to tell you something?” My stomach dropped a little. Maybe, he was right. I looked down at my writing again, it was gibberish, feelings and ideas all fumbled together like hieroglyphics. I looked back up at him and he relaxed his position. My eyes began to dart to the movement by the door. A shadow of a man came into the light.

“No…” My breath was becoming shallow. Jay didn’t blink or look behind him. He gave me a knowing look. The mans’ green eyes catching the light. This isn’t real. Please wake up, I stood up to run by my legs wouldn’t let me have an give.

“Mia…” He was stepping forward, my heart slamming against my ribs with every step. He reached for me and grazed my cheek with his index finger. His touch sending the same chills down my spine like it always used to. I tried to look at Jay for help but he became invested in his book again. My eyes shifted up to those green eyes that could disable me. A slow smile crept across his lips. “I’ve missed you.” He whispered as he leaned into my lips.

My whole body jerked upright in my moist and dissembled bed. My heart racing and tears streaming down my face. I looked around the room to make sure I was alone. I flicked on the lights and began to catch my breath. It was just a dream but I could still feel his touch and those eyes still on my skin.

“It was just a dream…” I continued to mutter as I lay eyes wide in my bed.