Holy shit!
I sat up again in a panic. That voice! Tyson’s voice. He’d been the second man in my dream. He’d called the other man Uncle. Tyson had an Uncle Quinton. Why would I dream about Tyson and a man I did not now, nor have I ever met? I thought about the things that had been said in my dream, but the more I thought about it the more it slipped through my fingers like quick sand until there was nothing left of it. Damn. I had a feeling it was important, whatever it was.
For as long as I could remember, I’d always had very vivid dreams. And they always meant something. I couldn’t explain it, but I always paid serious attention to my dreams and I took each one very seriously. I’d never told anyone about them. Can you imagine what my mother would say if I told her I thought my dreams were important, that they meant something or were trying to show me something? She’d totally lose it. I shuddered at the thought.
Tyson had been in my bedroom. He’d laid on my bed and called me pretty. And the twins made me food while my mother molested one of them. All this after they k
new she had hurt me. This day could not get any weirder.
I got up to use the bathroom and exchange my pants for a pair of short sleep shorts. They were yellow with hot pink hearts on them. Very girly and very cute. I took my bra off but left my tank top on, it would work just fine to sleep in and it was comfortable.
It wasn’t until I pulled my comforter back so I could crawl into bed when I saw it. My bookbag sitting on top of the pillow on the other side of the bed. On top of it sat a piece of paper. I was dying to see what he’d written about himself.
I quickly scooted over and picked it up. Then I laughed. It wasn’t my paper. It was a phone number. I dug through the rest of my bag in search of it, but it wasn’t there.
I dug my phone out of my bag and added the new number into my New Contacts with Tyson’s name.
I opened up a new message and sent him off a text.
Ariel: Am I to assume this means you did not do my homework?
Less than a minute later my phone vibrated and I got excited. I’d only ever had my mother to text with before and I’d never enjoyed that.
Tyson: Am I to assume this is the pretty girl who lives in the big house next door?
I grinned at my phone, loving it when he called me pretty.
Ariel: Only if this is the boy who has multiple personalities and living in the big house next door.
Tyson: Lol. I only have the one personality, it just happens to be a big one.
Ariel: If you say so…
Tyson: I do.
Tyson: And I brought your paper home to finish. You fell asleep and I didn’t want to risk waking you.
I hesitated and looked to the empty side of my bed. I’d just woken up not fifteen minutes ago and that side of the bed was still warm. I looked to the time on my phone. 9:47. If what he said was true then he would have left hours ago. That made no damn sense.
My phone vibrated again.
Tyson: Did you sleep okay?
I frowned down at my phone. I had except for that weird dream I couldn’t remember but was pretty sure he’d played a major role in it. That wasn’t a weird thing to tell someone at all.
Ariel: I had a weird dream, but otherwise I slept great.
I sat my phone down beside me and I got under the covers. My head only had a slight throb to it. I hoped I remembered to take some Tylenol before school in the morning otherwise the day would likely suck.
I snuggled under the comfy blanket and closed my eyes as my phone vibrated again.
Tyson: I’ll get you a dreamcatcher. It will filter through your dreams and capture all the bad ones while still sending the good ones through.
Huh. I’d never thought about getting a dreamcatcher before. But did I really want to filter through my dreams? What if I missed something important? I wasn’t sure I would use it, but the gesture sure was nice.
Ariel: Thank you. That’s very sweet of you, but not necessary. Tomorrow should I expect A-hole Tyson to make another appearance?
Tyson: Lol. Never again. You have my word.