"Every time I have this dream I wake up broken-hearted," Cosima laments to her sister and her sister's brother. They're sitting at Felix's paint stained place on the second floor of a renovated warehouse. He's holding a whiskey, drinking generously and refilling his glass each time it empties. Sarah's not paying much attention. She has a phone in her hand, checking it repeatedly. If Cosima had to shepherd a guess, Sarah was waiting on a call from her foster mother regarding Kira.
Cosima has a joint in hand and takes a long, very needed drag of it before breathing out a curl of smoke. It's relaxing to her nerves. Every time she has this dream she finds herself shaken to the core. "It's like I've fallen in love with someone I can't be with, someone that I can't remember, and every time I wake up it's to the knowledge that they don't actually exist outside my dreams."
This morning after attending her Biology 203 lab class late, she found herself catching the Metro to downtown. She and her sister aren't exactly close per se. Then again they haven't exactly known each other for long either, but there was a mutual understanding between them. Despite their differences, both women had a mischievous, 'go with the flow' kind of attitude. Or maybe not. This could be one of the things Cosima thought they shared but didn't. It was interesting to her to see how the nature vs. nurture came into play when it came to their personalities. Still, Sarah was her sister and vowed to be there for her when she could.
"Oi, Cos, I know you're the smart one but you know that the people in your dreams are people that actually exist in life, yeah?" Sarah is the one to ask this question as she kicks back and leisurely rests her feet on the coffee table. "Regardless of whether you talked to them or not, a look is all it takes. So whoever the twat is that you fell for is someone you've seen before." Cosima had been nodding up to this point, having learned this previously. However, as Sarah went on, Cosima looked more and more unsure about the implications. Sarah caught the uncertainty on her face. "Or... didn't you see them?"
"I don't know, maybe," Cosmia takes a moment to think about it before shaking her head. "No. I don't remember seeing her face. Everything about the dream's all fuzzy."
Felix waggles his eyebrows, "So it's a her then?"
Cosima rolls her eyes and fights the urge to chuck the pillow she's leaning on at him. "Yeah, Fee, definitely a her." She motions to herself, "Nothing new about that de facto." She thinks for a second as she passes the joint to Felix, who takes a couple brief drags on it as she ponders something. "Maybe I can't remember who she is because I haven't actually met her when I'm, you know, awake. Or maybe I don't talk to her on a day to day basis." She shoots a worried look at nothing and noone in particular, "Or maybe she's just a stranger I passed in the street? What if I never end up meeting her?"
Felix hands the joint back to her, along with the bottle of whiskey.
Sarah nonchalantly get's up when her phone starts to ring, "Then do what I'd do if I had a dream fling."
"What's that?" Cosima asks, her face hot from the alcohol and the worried frown beginning to slip off her face from the cannabis.
Sarah gives a devilish grin as she answers her phone, "Fuck 'er."
She leaves the room as Cosima and Felix break out in rounds of laughter. That seemed funnier than it was. Sounding like a better idea than Cosima had even considered.
That night Cosima has the same recurring dream. The one where she works until the early hours of the morning, leaving the study quad of the library with caffeine on her tongue and a bag full of books on her shoulder. Utterly exhausted, she walks to her apartment building to find herself locked out. And then she sees the woman leaning on the building next door who smiles at her, and she follows her inside.
She doesn't remember the words. Doesn't remember her name. Doesn't remember what the woman looks like. The red coat she wears stays the same, but all the other little things that make up the dream change. She falls in love with a stranger in what seems like five minutes, a velvety voice in her ears and a blurry face. Except... something is different? Almost as if she feels the urge to dance.
A slow dance, but a proper one. One hand on the waist drawing the other closer, one hand holding another as they twirl in dizzying circles. Dressed to the nines and a small band at a gathering or some social function. Maybe it's just a song on the radio. There's a hot breath on her ear as someone leans down to whisper sweet things to her.
When she wakes up in the morning she doesn't remember that when she reaches over in her bed to hold her lover close that there's no one actually there, that they only danced together in her dreams.
And yet, that's something out of the nothing that she remembers. A dance.
AN
To Julielein: Hey, thanks for being the first reviewer! Glad you're liking this so far. The pace is prolly gonna be slow, but there's definitely gonna be more soon to come. Hope you continue to enjoy~
To Everyone else: Thanks for reading- feel free to fav or review 'cause it's not gonna cost you anythin! Except maybe your soul. There will gradually be more writing with each chapter I add as the story progresses, so don't get used to a thousand words or less in a chapter. Also, I don't have a beta so I'm sorry for any mistakes I make. Hope life's well for y'all. Maybe you could celebrate the day with sunshine and cookies.
Or just cookies, because food is fantastic. But, if you're one of those people that are lactose intolerant or have diabetes or for some reason can't eat milky foods or lots of sugar, then celery with peanut butter works too. Unless peanut butter has, like, milk or something in it. Or you're allergic to peanut butter. Or you don't like celery. Then maybe don't eat it at all. But, well, maybe you should eat something because I don't want you to starve, but don't hurt yourself by trying to eat a shit-ton of cookies or a measly stalk of celery with some peanut butter thrown on it because who eats plain ol' celery by itself? (Me)
Geez, wow, okay. So maybe just celebrate the day by breathing while I figure something better out? Can lactose intolerant people actually eat peanut butter because I'm genuinely curious?
I'm going to hurt myself if I go on. This is why I shouldn't write author's notes.
But have a great day! Yep. Okay. Now I'm done. ^^