Black.
White.
That's all I can see.
And an angel in the middle.
A beautiful angel, lying in a tiny little bed.
And her angel eyes won't open. She's sleeping.
I try to go closer to her and suddenly, the whole picture changes:
The black is the people surrounding me.
The white is the angel's face.
And the angel is not actually an angel. She's Kristen.
And the bed is not actually a bed. It's a coffin.
And she's not sleeping…. She's….
dead….
I scream. I try to scream, scream for help, but nothing is coming out from my mouth. Everything is getting blurry from the tears. It's all like in a slow motion… I'm falling…
20th November
02:34 am
USC University Hospital
LA
Suddenly I wake up and realize it all was just a dream.
Just a dream and she's alive. She's sleeping quietly in front of me… I could hear her heartbeat and it was enough to know that I'm alive…
But there are still tears on my face and I don't mind them.
I stare at her for a few minutes but they feel like forever, at least I wish they were…
She opened her eyes… and they were looking for something… she looked at me and smiled.
- Guess what – I said, while trying to cover the sign of tears in my voice.
- There's ice cream for breakfast? – She said, with a little girl's tone and sparkle in the eyes.
- No… no… ice cream? Really? In November?
- Well, since I'm gonna eat for two… - answered Kristen with a bit playful smile and bit her lip.
- Well, then – I stand up from the chair next to her bed, where I spent the last few days, went to her and kissed her forehead and said – let's go home, so you can have whatever food you want.
- Home? Really? I feel like I haven't been home in ages.
- Yeah… home… Oh, and by the way, that little Jella thing ate my last pair of socks.
And suddenly, out of nowhere, a pillow hit me.
- What the hell was that for?
- For calling Jella "a thing"! Don't you dear doing it again! – She said, and the playful girl inside her woke up. And even a little fame popped in her eyes. Now, I had to be afraid, but I wasn't.
Pff! So what are you gonna do? BITE ME? Pff…
And again, out of nowhere, I was purred with water. And it had ice.
- Shit! SHIT!
- That's what happens when you mess with my "things" – said Kristen, and stand up from the bed with a self-satisfied smile.
Now the real game begun.
- Oh you little… - I caught her and took her from the bed. She screamed playfully. Laughing. – Ouch! For God's sake, Kristen! Stop scratching!
- AGH! Then fucking let me go!
- Not till you say that you're gonna buy me some new socks!
- Ok, fine! I will - I putt her down. - But i don't promise that Jella wont eat them again – She laughed.
Then I couldn't resist. I kissed her passionately. I missed doing that. I missed it damn much!
She opened her eyes and we stopped kissing. She saw something in my eyes.
- You were crying… Wh-why?
- No, I wasn't… you poured me with water remember?
Yeah, but you WERE crying… I can feel it…
- Ok… I was…
- But… why? Did something happen with the baby or…
- No, no, thankfully, you two are fine. Its just… bad dreams. That's all…
- You sure?
- Yeah…
- Hmm… kay then… I'm gonna get dressed up. You stay here. – She kissed my cheek and went first in the bathroom.
- I'm not going anywhere… as long as you don't, either – I murmured and begun writing something in my notebook…