She woke up to that feeling again…the feeling of disappointment and disheartening. She woke up from yet another dream about him. The dreams were becoming a weekly thing that she thought to be eye-opening yet very cruel. How could you dream so much about one person, she thought. The dreams were never so much about him but he was always in them. He somehow always found his way back into her mind–maybe because he never left her heart.
This dream was different however. It took on a boldness that the others had not.
Was it trying to tell her something? Warn her of something?
Her dream was set at his house, a place she always visited. His home was like her second home. She felt more at home there than she did at her mother’s apartment or her father’s house.
She was always being invited over there by his mother and sister. She got along well with his family; that even included his Aunts and Uncles. They loved her. They loved her more than he did. They all wondered at times, what they saw in her that he didn’t? His mother would joke around saying they needed to box her son in a corner and have an intervention. They all would laugh, but she knew deep down his mother was serious.
It seemed as if the break-up, a few years back, hurt his mother more than him–or anyone else for that matter. Him and J remained friends, but it became more evident as time passed that his mother wanted her around more than he did.
Not a week could go by without Frankie’s mother asking J to come over. She called her, her god-daughter. There was a bond and loyalty within their relationship, just like that of Ruth and Naomi’s (from the Bible). The only difference was that Ruth actually married Naomi’s son.
In this modern day story of Ruth and Naomi, there was no marriage and no deaths.
(Back to her dream) The dream was like any normal day in their house. Frankie had a couple of friends over. J was in the kitchen making a sandwich with Frankie’s “God-brother”. Everyone began to pile in the kitchen. It was J, Frankie, his god brother, his friends, and his mother.
J remembered everyone laughing and joking around. She couldn’t recall the conversation but she remembered Frankie walking up and standing beside her. Frankie’s god brother, James, began to playfully taunt J (as he normally would). He was asking her questions and on one of them, Frankie jumped in, “Yea, why are you always over here?” He asked. “Well,” J pointed to his mother, “she’s the one who wouldn’t stop calling me.”
Frankie laughed. They exchanged more words and jabs at each other before she walked in. It was Frankie’s best friend. Her name was Devin and no one in the house could stand her. It’s been stated over several times before, the only reason anyone tolerated her was because of Frankie, but even some days he couldn’t stand her.
Jealousy could’ve been her middle name. She was jealous of any and everyone who came around him– but mainly she was jealous of J.
Devin would always ask Frankie, “why is she here?”, in reference to J. And even though J was dreaming, nothing about Devin’s real life attitude changed.
Frankie looked at J and said something to her. (She couldn’t recall any of the conversations.) J remembered, however, saying something right back to Frankie and then taking off running. Frankie took off after her. J ran to the front room of the house where Frankie’s sister was. He ran in behind her and they began play fighting. After a few seconds of playing and laughing, J sat down on the edge of the couch. Frankie sat down beside her. He looked at her and said, “can I kiss you?”
J looked at him confused. It’s been years since they’ve kissed or even hugged. “If you’re serious”, J responded.
Frankie stood up and checked the doorway. J stood up in front of him. He pulled her to him and kissed her. They must’ve forgot that his sister was in the room because they kept going as if no one was watching.
Frankie looked out the door again, hearing his moms voice come closer. He kissed J one last time before walking out.
J’s dream must’ve fast forward a bit because she found herself standing outside their house. She watched as Frankie and his best friend, Devin, sat in his parent’s Jeep. She watched as Frankie backed out of the driveway and drove off.
J stood and watched until the Jeep turned the corner. She wondered what the kiss meant. She wondered if after seven years, if there was a possibility of her being happy with someone again.
J laid in the bed thinking about the dream she had just had. It had to be the fourth dream J had had of Frankie within the past few weeks, and her feelings were beginning to get the best of her.
“Good morning babe.” A voice said from behind her. J turned and smiled, “good morning.”