Here's chapter 3. Sorry it took a while to get up but I was pretty busy this week so writing was a bit more difficult but I hope you enjoy it.
We now cut to what appears to be another one of Wendy's dreams. It has the same ambiance and environment as the one she had the night before. She even had the same red dress. The only difference was the man she saw in front of her; the face was still blacked out but his built seemed quite familiar to her. The man, yet again, held his hand out for a dance and she took it. She giggles and he dips her just like before but as they stand in silence in dip position, Wendy asks, "Who are you?" But before he could answer, she felt a cold breeze all of the sudden, which caused her to wake up. She jumped out, shivering and shut the window that had opened due to the wind in anger.
"DAMMIT! NOT THE SAME DREAM AGAIN!" After plopping back on the bed in outrage, she recollected the man. "He seemed so familiar. Who is he and is he the one I've been searching for?" As she went into pensive thought, she began to think of another man. The man she met at the hospital; the one that offered a trip to the café to chat as a caring and understanding friend. Stan. The one who made her heart race as these thoughts ran through her head relentlessly. The one who gave her a warm feeling of love and compassion. Suddenly her thoughts were cut off as she slapped herself in the face. "No way! It can't be HIM! I left him long ago. It just doesn't make sense." (Pause) or does it (longer pause) well, maybe if I spend more friendly time with him it'll come into picture. The word "friend" brought the memory of Stan in the café saying, "It's nice to have a friend to talk to outside of work." This truly warmed her heart. In fact, she gripped her chest intensively. "Wow, I really feel like visiting him. The whole friends-are-always-there-for-you is true. I should get dressed and go right away.
We now see Stan in his office putting some documents into folders until Wendy takes a peak inside. "Stan, are you busy?" He looked up, recognizing that beautiful voice of hers, and smiled. "No, not at all. Take a seat." She does and takes a sigh. "What's the matter," Stan asked hoping to start another conversation like yesterday, HOPING to get her to admit the truth. Wendy decided that talking about her dream to him wouldn't be a trouble since she wasn't exactly sure that it was HIM. Maybe talking to someone about it could help her to understand better. "Stan, have you ever had a dream where you're alone and there's someone right in front of you, but you can't see their face?" This question caused Stan to go into deep shock. He couldn't believe what she was asking him. In fact, Wendy was quite aware of his actions. "What's wrong?" "N-nothing," Stan replied snapping out of his trance. "It's just that (pause) I've had dreams like that too. Actually, I'm in a ballroom with a black tuxedo on and right in front of me is a woman with a red dress, but I can't see her face."
Now THIS caused even a greater shock to Wendy. She was speechless. How was that possible? There's no way Stan could be the man. Stan saw this silence but before he could say anything, a nurse came in. "Dr. Marsh. Another patient is here to see you." "Alright," Stan replied back to her. As soon as she left he turned to Wendy who was slightly recovering from the shock. In fact, Stan got out from his seat and helped her up. "You alright?" Wendy began to look at him as he took her hand to stand her up. She remembered the feeling of those hands. Not from long ago but from the dream. As she looked all around his body, she got the image of the man. It was exactly like him. Beautiful and perfect was the best way to describe it. "You alright, Wendy?" She finally gained composure. "Yeah I'm fine." They began to look in each other's eyes. Stan also began to look at her body. It was beautiful of course, but he wasn't exactly admiring it. He was inspecting it. It was exactly like the woman in his dream. Her perfect figure that he always wanted to wrap his arms around. A few seconds passed but neither Wendy nor Stan knew what to say after what they were witnessing about each other. Wendy knew from there that this dream was trying to tell her something, along with Stan, but for some reason it wasn't convincing enough for her; she needed to see his face. "No, when I see his face, I'll know for sure," she said to herself in her mind. Stan's mind was racing too. "There's definitely something wrong with her. I feel a great emptiness within her. Not only that, I need to know what exactly is wrong and if she's really the woman. The nurse yet again came in. "Doctor, you ready for your next patient." He looked over and gave a yeah and she walked away.
Wendy had just then thought of a brilliant idea to be sure. "Hey Stan. Are you free tonight?" "Um...I'm not sure. Let me look at my schedule." He goes to his desk and flips through his agenda and runs his finger down the page. After 5 seconds, he says, "I'm free at 7:00." Wendy was overjoyed. "Well, I was wondering if you would like to have dinner at my place tonight." This was of great interest to Stan. This was a perfect opportunity to answer all his questions. "That would be great." Wendy gave a smile. "Alright. I'll see you at my place at seven. Here's my address." She grabs a piece of paper and pen from her purse and writes it down and hands it to Stan. "See you then," Stan replied and Wendy walked out.
Stan plopped down at his desk again. "Wow, what a weird start to the day. I just can't wait to see what this night will have in store.
That's the end of chapter 3. Please read and review
We now cut to what appears to be another one of Wendy's dreams. It has the same ambiance and environment as the one she had the night before. She even had the same red dress. The only difference was the man she saw in front of her; the face was still blacked out but his built seemed quite familiar to her. The man, yet again, held his hand out for a dance and she took it. She giggles and he dips her just like before but as they stand in silence in dip position, Wendy asks, "Who are you?" But before he could answer, she felt a cold breeze all of the sudden, which caused her to wake up. She jumped out, shivering and shut the window that had opened due to the wind in anger.
"DAMMIT! NOT THE SAME DREAM AGAIN!" After plopping back on the bed in outrage, she recollected the man. "He seemed so familiar. Who is he and is he the one I've been searching for?" As she went into pensive thought, she began to think of another man. The man she met at the hospital; the one that offered a trip to the café to chat as a caring and understanding friend. Stan. The one who made her heart race as these thoughts ran through her head relentlessly. The one who gave her a warm feeling of love and compassion. Suddenly her thoughts were cut off as she slapped herself in the face. "No way! It can't be HIM! I left him long ago. It just doesn't make sense." (Pause) or does it (longer pause) well, maybe if I spend more friendly time with him it'll come into picture. The word "friend" brought the memory of Stan in the café saying, "It's nice to have a friend to talk to outside of work." This truly warmed her heart. In fact, she gripped her chest intensively. "Wow, I really feel like visiting him. The whole friends-are-always-there-for-you is true. I should get dressed and go right away.
We now see Stan in his office putting some documents into folders until Wendy takes a peak inside. "Stan, are you busy?" He looked up, recognizing that beautiful voice of hers, and smiled. "No, not at all. Take a seat." She does and takes a sigh. "What's the matter," Stan asked hoping to start another conversation like yesterday, HOPING to get her to admit the truth. Wendy decided that talking about her dream to him wouldn't be a trouble since she wasn't exactly sure that it was HIM. Maybe talking to someone about it could help her to understand better. "Stan, have you ever had a dream where you're alone and there's someone right in front of you, but you can't see their face?" This question caused Stan to go into deep shock. He couldn't believe what she was asking him. In fact, Wendy was quite aware of his actions. "What's wrong?" "N-nothing," Stan replied snapping out of his trance. "It's just that (pause) I've had dreams like that too. Actually, I'm in a ballroom with a black tuxedo on and right in front of me is a woman with a red dress, but I can't see her face."
Now THIS caused even a greater shock to Wendy. She was speechless. How was that possible? There's no way Stan could be the man. Stan saw this silence but before he could say anything, a nurse came in. "Dr. Marsh. Another patient is here to see you." "Alright," Stan replied back to her. As soon as she left he turned to Wendy who was slightly recovering from the shock. In fact, Stan got out from his seat and helped her up. "You alright?" Wendy began to look at him as he took her hand to stand her up. She remembered the feeling of those hands. Not from long ago but from the dream. As she looked all around his body, she got the image of the man. It was exactly like him. Beautiful and perfect was the best way to describe it. "You alright, Wendy?" She finally gained composure. "Yeah I'm fine." They began to look in each other's eyes. Stan also began to look at her body. It was beautiful of course, but he wasn't exactly admiring it. He was inspecting it. It was exactly like the woman in his dream. Her perfect figure that he always wanted to wrap his arms around. A few seconds passed but neither Wendy nor Stan knew what to say after what they were witnessing about each other. Wendy knew from there that this dream was trying to tell her something, along with Stan, but for some reason it wasn't convincing enough for her; she needed to see his face. "No, when I see his face, I'll know for sure," she said to herself in her mind. Stan's mind was racing too. "There's definitely something wrong with her. I feel a great emptiness within her. Not only that, I need to know what exactly is wrong and if she's really the woman. The nurse yet again came in. "Doctor, you ready for your next patient." He looked over and gave a yeah and she walked away.
Wendy had just then thought of a brilliant idea to be sure. "Hey Stan. Are you free tonight?" "Um...I'm not sure. Let me look at my schedule." He goes to his desk and flips through his agenda and runs his finger down the page. After 5 seconds, he says, "I'm free at 7:00." Wendy was overjoyed. "Well, I was wondering if you would like to have dinner at my place tonight." This was of great interest to Stan. This was a perfect opportunity to answer all his questions. "That would be great." Wendy gave a smile. "Alright. I'll see you at my place at seven. Here's my address." She grabs a piece of paper and pen from her purse and writes it down and hands it to Stan. "See you then," Stan replied and Wendy walked out.
Stan plopped down at his desk again. "Wow, what a weird start to the day. I just can't wait to see what this night will have in store.
That's the end of chapter 3. Please read and review