Dream #2
I had another dream last night....
Ring, ring. Ring, ring.
I hear the goddamn phone but I can’t find it.
Ring, ring. Ring, ring.
I search high and low for it but I just can’t seem to place it. Who is calling at 8pm on a Sunday anyway?
Ring, Ring. Ring, ring.
I toss a pillow over my shoulder…. Finally.
I gasp a greeting into the phone. “Get dressed, me and the girls will meet you at the theater in an hour. Wear something nice. Dress up. We need to get out. Summer is almost over. Its time to have fun.” Then she hung up.
My best friend of 15 years better have a good reason for tearing me out of my favorite sweats. You see, Tilly is a free spirit. When she has the need to do something she just jumps up and does it (and she usually drags us down with her). So, just like every other time she wants me to, I dropped everything and got all dolled up.
I head over to the theater, feeling ridiculous for my outfit. No one around here dresses up. That’s the benefit of my small town. Usually, everyone just wears their pjs out to the field where we set up lawn chairs and blankets for the movie.
You see the ‘theater’ isn’t really a theater. Its in the back field of Old Man Jenko’s place. He wanted a place for everyone to get together and bond. Its more of a drive-in than a real theater.
As I pull up I notice not one vehicle is in the makeshift parking lot. Maybe I’m early? I park my 2003 silver Toyota Tacoma and grab the emergency theater stop kit out of the bed. I trek up the pathway, formed by years of wear and tear, and sit in our groups’ favorite spot. When Old Man Jenko opens his theater/drive in, everyone shows up. Since humans are creatures of habit, everyone has their own spot. I had just got the last chair pulled out when I heard footsteps.
I assume its Dylan.
Our group is made up of a different group of people. Dylan is the popular one. Jeni is the athletic one. Tilly is the free spirited one and I am the nerd of the group. Since Dylan is always on time, I continued to set up. My favorite song came on shuffle when she pulled up so I don’t bother looking around and greeting her. Instead I shake my hips and sing the words to the new Taylor Swift track. I don’t care that Dyl sees. She's seen me at worst.
When the song is over I finally look to Dyl only to be caught off guard with the deepest brown eyes Ive ever seen....
age 19
