"It was but a dream within a dream"
Blair was awoken by Dorota, she felt as she had not slept at all, her eyes burned and her head ached, she glanced at the Tiffany clock noting it was after eleven and listened as Dorota explained that her parents and their companions were down stairs waiting for her to join them for a post graduation brunch. Blair nodded absently her mind cluttered from the last evening as she began her morning rituals of getting prepared to face the day. The memories and the dreams seemed as they were one and she wondered if it had all just been a dream within a dream.
At brunch her father was full of apologies for missing her graduation as her mother assured all that Blair was fine with it that she was an adult now and surely did not need her parents at every little thing. In the back of her mind Blair racked her brain to remember the last school function her parents attended, the last parent teacher conference, the last award given, and concluded it was so far back that it really wasn't that important anyway, her parents were there now and that is what mattered. She would put the past behind her and forget nonsense dreams and people by the name Chuck Bass or at least she would try to but suddenly her mother announced her upcoming nuptials and Blair was the only one at the table that was surprised.
Listening as her mother went on about the wedding and her father's congratulations was getting to be too much, Blair closed her eyes and pinched the bridge of her nose and she heard the humming again to the point it was deafening. She was startled by a hand shaking her, and when she looked at the owner she saw Roman's concerned eyes but his voice sounded faint as he asked her if she was okay. She plastered the best fake smile and said brightly, "Of course I am, I love it when I am the last to know, when my parents decide to move on without me."
Blair didn't care as she heard her mother's reproachful tone or her father's shocked gasp. She was beyond caring as she stood from the table and left without permission. She was beyond even thinking by the time the lift doors closed and finally the sobs she had been holding refused to remain quietly inside. She wiped at her checks furiously as she strode purposely from her building, she had walked three blocks before she realized she left without her purse or cell phone. She squared her shoulders and faced the reality she had to return to the penthouse if only for her cell phone, how else would she know what was going on in the world without it. She turned around and was deeply relieved to see Dorota with a smile holding out her purse and cell phone for her, and she knew at least one person in New York loved her, even if it was maid.
After a small conversation mainly consisting of Blair assuring Dorota that she did not need the kind-hearted maid to follow her and that Dorota should go back to the penthouse and just let Blair know when her mother and father and the rest of them left so she would know when it would be safe to return. Blair knew it was childish, but at this moment it didn't matter. She wanted to be left alone, alone in her misery of being alone.
With Dorota on her way home and Blair flagged down a taxi demanding that the driver take her to the Palace. She needed Serena; Serena would know what to say to make this all feel better. The drive was short and as Blair stood outside the entrance she noticed something blue out of the corner of her eye. She turned her head, and heard herself gasp, it was a Blue Police Box, and by sight it looked to be the one from her dream last night. Blair closed her eyes and opened them again but still the blue box remained.
Soon it seemed as all the traffic and noise of the bustling city disappeared until there was just Blair and the blue box. Blair walked carefully over to the box. She noticed a telephone on one side and picked up the handset, but there was no dial tone so she placed it back in the cradle. Curiouser and curiouser, she said aloud to herself wondering if her white rabbit would be making another appearance. She walked around touching all four sides stopping in the front. Blair tried to open the doors but they wouldn't budge, she noticed a key hole and allowed for her fingers too trace over it. It is one thing to dream of blue boxes but it is quite another for the boxes in your dreams to start appearing in your reality, Blair thought to herself, perhaps I am still dreaming. Blair's phone chimed out bringing her back to reality, the noises and the people who passed the blue box like it wasn't even there, Blair shook her head and looked down at her phone, a text from Serena, B- Where R U? – S. Blair quickly typed in a text telling Serena she was one her way up to see her. Blair looked at the blue police box one more time before once again putting it out of her mind.
