The night drew on, and stories were exchanged. I could feel myself fading away. I tried my best to not be rude, and stay awake, but it just wasn't working.
The next thing that I know, I'm in a field, twirling, dancing, and laughing. Although there was no music, there seemed to be a rhythm to my dancing.
I try to focus more on the details around me, and I start to hear a silent humming. It takes me a while to understand what it was. After a while I heard the beautiful sound of a guitar, and an angel's voice. After I listened and danced, I recognized the song.
It was Blake Sheldon's "God Gave Me You", and it wasn't just any angel's voice. It was Jasper's.
He was sitting cross-legged on the ground with a guitar in his hand. His voice was as clear as a bell and as soft as a freshly blossomed rose petal.
As he played and sung the song, I danced in circles, round and round.
When the song finished, he laid down his guitar, and came to me. He laid his hands on m hips to stop me from spinning, turned me around so that I was facing away from him, and he kissed the tip of my ear, and worked his way down to my neck.
"I love you, Alice Whitlock." He whispered into the nape of my neck.
"I love you to Jasper." I couldn't figure out what was happening. Ten seconds ago we were sitting on the couch, and now we were in some clearing somewhere.
I looked up out into the field, and saw a mirror. Somehow I could see in it crystal clear, although it was about one-hundred feet away. What I saw in the mirror was weird at first, but then shocking.
It was Jasper with the most beautiful woman in the world. She had a small petite body, perfect ivory skin, and a head of little black spikes. What she also had was a violent shade of red for her eyes. I jumped back into Jasper's body upon seeing this. The girl in the mirror mimicked my actions.
Who was she?
"What's wrong Alice?" he asked me with a concerned voice.
As he looked at me, he looked at the woman in the mirror.
Was it possible? Could it have been me in that mirror? What happened to my eyes?
"Alice?" He turned me back around and tilted my head back so that I was looking into his eyes.
I couldn't help, but smile. He was so perfect and gentle.
He smiled back and kissed my lips lightly, but meaningfully.
I reached my hands up to tangle them into his hair, as he pulled me closer to him, lifted me up so that I wrapped my legs around his waist, and he laid me down on my back on the ground.
I loved being this close to him.
I opened my eyes when he stopped kissing me. He was saying something, but I couldn't hear him.
"Jasper?"
"Yes Darlin'?" I heard a strange voice answer. The voice sounded distant, but as it rung in my head, it started to get closer.
I opened my eyes, and suddenly I wasn't in that field anymore. I was in the farthest place from there.
It had been a dream. All of it?
"Of course it was a dream! Jasper would never fall for an ugly little girl like you! He's married!" I yelled at myself internally.
The room that I was in was beautiful, yet elegant. The ceiling was a pale purple with intricate designs of white. There was three walls that were white, and adorned with the same light purple color decorations. They also had pictures, but I was too far away to tell what they were of.
The other wall was a clear glass, that showed the abundant forest and the morning sky.
It was a while before I realized that I was not alone. I looked to my right, and saw Jasper sitting on the edge of the bed, gazing at me with concerned eyes.
"You called me Darlin'?"
Oh god. I had called him? How was I to explain that? I quickly thought of something.
I shook my head. "Where am I?"
He laughed a light and whole-hearted laugh. That was never going to get old. I loved everything about him. "You fell asleep on my lap downstairs, so I thought that you would be more comfortable in a real bed. I hope that you don't mind."
I shook my head again, realizing that it was a bad idea, because I felt slightly lightheaded. "Oh, no I…Not if you don't mind me falling asleep on your lap. I'm truly sorry. I did not intend on doing that."
He shook his head at me this time. "There is nothing for you to be apologizing little miss. It wouldn't make a difference had you intended to fall asleep on my lap, Ali." He smiled his half smile.
Man did it get me every time. Wait. Did he call me Ali? I had never had a nickname before. I really liked it when he called me Ali.
I smiled and looked down, noticing that I was still in my cheer uniform.
"Are you hungry?" He asked breaking the long comfortable silence.
I looked up at him and for the first time, I really realized that I was hungry.
I nodded, and he motioned for me to follow him.
As I got up, I looked around the room again. There was a huge pile of a myriad of teddy bears in one corner of the room, and in the other, there was a guitar. Not just any guitar, but the guitar from my dream.
How did I know about that guitar? I hadn't been awake when Jasper….I hadn't realized until then how I had gotten to the room. Had Jasper carried me all the way from the living room to here?
All of the questions had to wait, for I was surely starving. How long had it been since I had eaten? I was out cold for about three days, and I had nothing to eat yesterday. No wonder why I felt like crap.
