Midnight Confession

As Chris talked with Joy about getting us a couple of rooms for the night, I looked out the window. Dark clouds had begun to roll in from the north, promising a thunderstorm soon. I shivered. I hated rain.

"Okay, come on." Chris said, leading me upstairs. He saw me to my room. "If you need me, I'm right in the next room, okay?"

"Okay." I said quietly, looking away. I needed him more than he knew. I was afraid of these feelings, afraid of how quickly they were growing. There was just something about him… It's remarkable that one could get any sleep with so much on their mind, but as my head hit the soft pillow, happy memories came back to me and I slipped into dream land.

In my dream, Silver is chasing me in a big field. I am running. Then Chris comes riding in on a Rapidash, pummeling Silver to the ground. I jump on the back of the Rapidash and Chris and I go riding happily into the sunset. We come to a lake in a shady grove. He helps me down from the Rapidash and kisses me, a true kiss. I love it and want more. Then we have dinner on a picnic blanket. We set off fireworks. Rockets and firecrackers that go boom! Boom! Boom!

BOOM! I sat up, sweating and gasping for breath. It's pouring out, and thunder and lightning plague the sky. Once I'm able to concentrate my thoughts, I lean back on the headboard.

"Geez, what a dream!" I whisper. "Oh my God!" I have to admit to myself I had never had a dream like that before. For the next minute or so, my thougts swirled around in my head like a tornado, and then they spiraled down into my heart, and I knew I had to tell him. Right now.

I put my slippers on and went down the hall and knocked on Chris's door. After a minute or two, he opened it.

"What's wrong? Can't sleep?" he asked, yawning.

"Chris, can I come in?" I asked.

"Uh, sure."

"Sit down," I said, sitting on the bed, "I need to talk to you." After he sat down next to me, I said, "Chris, I know we've only been together for a few days, but…" I paused, trying to think of what to say.

"But what, Kris?" He asked softly. "You can tell me."

"It's just that… I just find you so funny, and smart, and charming…" Here comes the hardest part… "I think that I have real feelings for you."

My heart was fluttering like a hummingbird's wing as I waited for his response. He seemed thoughtful, almost spaced out. Then he lifted his hand and brushed it across my cheek. I closed my eyes.

"Kris," he said, "I often wondered what road to travel in the course of my life. Sometimes you come to a fork in the road, sometimes you come to a road less traveled, and sometimes you come to a critical fork where your life's outcome is greatly dependant on your choice." He took my hand. "And then there are some roads that change your life for the better, that make the sun shine and never end, that makes the birds sing songs of neverending happiness."

"And you think you just stepped onto that road?" I asked, voice quavering.

"No, Kris," He said, "I was on that road from the moment I met you.

My heart leapt to my throat, and my breath came fast. "Oh my God…" I whispered. "I don't know what to say."

He gently lifted my chin up. "We don't need to say anything."

Chris and I kissed until the rain let up.

Sometimes I wish I could open my Poke Ball from the inside, so I could see what's going on outside of it. But tonight I didn't need to. I heard what my trainer and that girl were doing. It made me miss my mate, Feara, from a few years ago. Sigh…

---Fearo, Chris's Fearow