I own Twilight in my dreams….too bad that won't stand up in a court of law.
I could feel him, his cold fingers, caressing my face. My lullaby floated through my dream. I woke up far too quickly, momentarily stunned. Strangely happy, I was in awe at what a simple change of scenery could do for a broken soul. Not wanting reality to crush my happiness just yet, I stayed in bed savoring the feeling of completeness that was surrounding me.
Reluctantly, I looked at the desk across the room. My laptop was sitting there, and I knew that I had some things to take care of… namely, Renee. In my excitement last night, I neglected to call her. Before she alerted Charlie and the National Guard, I quickly sent her an instant message with my deepest, sincerest apologies. I knew that would buy me at least a few hours before I had to call her. Since my computer was already fired up, I decided to check my email before going to breakfast. I noticed a new email from Jacob. Leaving it unopened, it sat there with his other unopened emails. I just could not deal with him, but I could not find it in my heart to delete them either. Just what am I going to do with that? Nothing. Well, at least not yet. Sighing, I quickly glanced at the other new items. I was glad to see an email from Angela Webber. She had a great first semester in college and was back in Forks with Ben. I smiled as she informed me that one or two people from school were asking about me. Hoping I would not be upset, she told me that she divulged full information about how I was doing and about my Alaskan skiing adventure to both of them. It's probably Lauren and Jessica, and I really could care less what they think. Finding the cutest Christmas e-card that I could find, I let her know that I was not upset and that I was looking forward to seeing her, maybe at spring break.
Suddenly, I realized that I had been sitting in front of my computer for a lot longer than I had planned. Not wanting to miss the breakfast buffet, I quickly dressed and went down to the restaurant. Yummy…Cocoa Pebbles, my favorite. I quickly poured myself a bowl and sat down with a brochure. Figuring out my plan for today was my top priority. As I was thinking, I could hear a commotion in the lobby. Some bigwigs must have checked in because the manager was in the front, saying, "Yes, madam. Of course, sir. Just feel free to contact me on my personal line if you have any requests..." and on and on. I decided to let the commotion die down before I went back in the lobby to find out where exactly the "bunny" slopes were.
As I approached the manager, I noticed that he barely glanced up at me. I posed the question to him about very, very simple beginning slopes. Looking up at me, not even at me, more like through me, he did not say a word. Instead, he pointed me to a bored teenager manning the desk. I quietly asked the girl about skiing assistance. She smiled kindly at me as she took out a map and marked out the path that I needed to take. She even told me where to find the cheapest rental equipment. I took a deep breath, sighed, and started on my way.