The next morning: May 6, 2004
The next thing I remembered was waking again. But it was morning by this time. Not morning as in four-o clock, but morning as in the sun was up and fully shining. Or at least I thought it was. It was hard to tell through the dark blinds of my bedroom. I started to get up, but I felt dizzy and lightheaded. My head pounded to a conga rhythm and the room felt as though it was on a carousel. What had happened? The first impressions that came into my mind were that it had all been a crazy dream of some kind. It was the only way I could explain me still being in bed. Either that or I had been sleepwalking again. I remembered going downstairs to get a glass of milk, then something strange happening after that. I looked down and saw that I was still in my robe. I slept in my robe?
Didn't matter that much, I guess. The thing I had to think about was trying to get out of bed without taking a tumble. It was tricky at first, with several attempts to grab hold of the chair across from me. To me, it seemed like every time I tried grabbing the chair, it would move away from me. I finally caught hold of it and pulled myself up to a standing position. I slowly grabbed up some clothes, and headed off toward the hallway, feeling along the wall to steady myself enough to make it to the bathroom.
After taking a refreshing shower and putting on my clothes for the day, I felt better and wasn't as dizzy as I had been when I first woke up. In fact, I was feeling pretty good, aside from my head hurting a little. I made my way downstairs, all the time drying my wet hair with a dark blue towel, and walked over to my computer. I swiped my hand down my jeans once to get off the water, and then I reached for my mouse and clicked on the Internet logo. While waiting for the Internet to dial up, I turned and walked toward the living room with the thought of opening up the curtains in mind. What I saw next was a sight that made me think I was still asleep and dreaming. Stunned, I dropped the towel I held and just stood in the doorway. The place looked like it had been hit by a cyclone. Papers and magazines were strewn all over, lamps were lying on the floor (thankfully none were broken), and several accent tables were overturned. Then as my eyes made it around the room, I gasped at who was lying in one of the recliners and on the sofa. One twin lay stretched out on the sofa; his legs comfortably crossed over one another. The other twin lay in the reclining chair, his arms folded behind his head for a pillow.
"One? Two? But how?" I barely got out before coming into the room. The two twins perked up at hearing my voice, and quickly jumped up from where they had been supposedly sleeping.
"Angel?" the shaky British voice of Two said. "Is that really you?"
"Of course it's me, silly." I was, by now, on the verge of laughing from the excitement. "Oh Two!" I shouted as I ran to Two and threw my arms around him and buried my face in his silver coat. To feel his warmth again was so delightful. It was then, at that moment, that I realized I had almost forgotten how much I missed seeing him. Then there was that feeling coming inside of me again. The feeling I got that night when we both sat beside the fountain. Two slowly placed his arms around me and leaned his face on my head.
"Ack! Your hair's wet!" Two gasped and wiped the water from his cheek.
"Sorry, Two." I giggled then turned to One. "One" my voice trailed off as I embraced One as I had done to Two. He wrapped his strong arms around me and gave me a huge squeeze.
"It's so good to see you both again. You have no idea how much I've missed you." Said I, after drawing back from One and walking up to Two. "Especially you, Two." I playfully pinched at Two's arm. He blushed and smiled sweetly. I wanted more than anything to say to Two that he looked so cute when he smiled, but I didn't want to embarrass him, remembering that One liked to tease his brother. I smiled at Two, and he smiled at me. I then found myself clearing my throat.
"This is such a surprise! I never thought I'd see you two again. Well not in this way, anyway." I walked over and picked up a lamp and set it back on a table as I spoke. "What's up?"
The Twins exchanged glances with each other, and then Two stepped forward.
"Nothing we can't handle." He said.
"Is there something wrong?" I asked, detecting a little uneasiness in Two's voice.
They both hesitated a minute.
"Actually, there is." One softly answered.
"But it can wait awhile." Two grinned at me. "First we want to know how you've been."
"I've been doing good. Much better now since I've met you two again." I smiled. "Eight months has seemed like a year."
"Has it really been that long since we last saw each other?" Two said, puzzled.
"I'm afraid so. Or at least that's in my time."
Two slowly walked over to me as I picked up some papers, and started running his fingers through my wet hair.
"Um, so how are you doing?" I smiled at Two and walked away from him to straighten a table.
"Good." Two softly answered.
"You two must have had a doozy of a party in here last night." I laughed.
The Twins again exchanged silent glances with each other. Somehow I had the feeling that something was terribly wrong. Either that or the Twins had suddenly become overly shy. They hadn't spoken hardly any during what I thought was going to be a good conversation, and the way they kept eyeing each other and myself, startled me.
"Is there something I should know?" I suddenly and quickly came to the point. Both Twins sighed together and One stepped forward.
"We all need to talk as soon as possible." He said. "It's urgent."
"Come with me to the kitchen and we can talk there." I said, as I led the way.
The next thing I remembered was waking again. But it was morning by this time. Not morning as in four-o clock, but morning as in the sun was up and fully shining. Or at least I thought it was. It was hard to tell through the dark blinds of my bedroom. I started to get up, but I felt dizzy and lightheaded. My head pounded to a conga rhythm and the room felt as though it was on a carousel. What had happened? The first impressions that came into my mind were that it had all been a crazy dream of some kind. It was the only way I could explain me still being in bed. Either that or I had been sleepwalking again. I remembered going downstairs to get a glass of milk, then something strange happening after that. I looked down and saw that I was still in my robe. I slept in my robe?
Didn't matter that much, I guess. The thing I had to think about was trying to get out of bed without taking a tumble. It was tricky at first, with several attempts to grab hold of the chair across from me. To me, it seemed like every time I tried grabbing the chair, it would move away from me. I finally caught hold of it and pulled myself up to a standing position. I slowly grabbed up some clothes, and headed off toward the hallway, feeling along the wall to steady myself enough to make it to the bathroom.
After taking a refreshing shower and putting on my clothes for the day, I felt better and wasn't as dizzy as I had been when I first woke up. In fact, I was feeling pretty good, aside from my head hurting a little. I made my way downstairs, all the time drying my wet hair with a dark blue towel, and walked over to my computer. I swiped my hand down my jeans once to get off the water, and then I reached for my mouse and clicked on the Internet logo. While waiting for the Internet to dial up, I turned and walked toward the living room with the thought of opening up the curtains in mind. What I saw next was a sight that made me think I was still asleep and dreaming. Stunned, I dropped the towel I held and just stood in the doorway. The place looked like it had been hit by a cyclone. Papers and magazines were strewn all over, lamps were lying on the floor (thankfully none were broken), and several accent tables were overturned. Then as my eyes made it around the room, I gasped at who was lying in one of the recliners and on the sofa. One twin lay stretched out on the sofa; his legs comfortably crossed over one another. The other twin lay in the reclining chair, his arms folded behind his head for a pillow.
"One? Two? But how?" I barely got out before coming into the room. The two twins perked up at hearing my voice, and quickly jumped up from where they had been supposedly sleeping.
"Angel?" the shaky British voice of Two said. "Is that really you?"
"Of course it's me, silly." I was, by now, on the verge of laughing from the excitement. "Oh Two!" I shouted as I ran to Two and threw my arms around him and buried my face in his silver coat. To feel his warmth again was so delightful. It was then, at that moment, that I realized I had almost forgotten how much I missed seeing him. Then there was that feeling coming inside of me again. The feeling I got that night when we both sat beside the fountain. Two slowly placed his arms around me and leaned his face on my head.
"Ack! Your hair's wet!" Two gasped and wiped the water from his cheek.
"Sorry, Two." I giggled then turned to One. "One" my voice trailed off as I embraced One as I had done to Two. He wrapped his strong arms around me and gave me a huge squeeze.
"It's so good to see you both again. You have no idea how much I've missed you." Said I, after drawing back from One and walking up to Two. "Especially you, Two." I playfully pinched at Two's arm. He blushed and smiled sweetly. I wanted more than anything to say to Two that he looked so cute when he smiled, but I didn't want to embarrass him, remembering that One liked to tease his brother. I smiled at Two, and he smiled at me. I then found myself clearing my throat.
"This is such a surprise! I never thought I'd see you two again. Well not in this way, anyway." I walked over and picked up a lamp and set it back on a table as I spoke. "What's up?"
The Twins exchanged glances with each other, and then Two stepped forward.
"Nothing we can't handle." He said.
"Is there something wrong?" I asked, detecting a little uneasiness in Two's voice.
They both hesitated a minute.
"Actually, there is." One softly answered.
"But it can wait awhile." Two grinned at me. "First we want to know how you've been."
"I've been doing good. Much better now since I've met you two again." I smiled. "Eight months has seemed like a year."
"Has it really been that long since we last saw each other?" Two said, puzzled.
"I'm afraid so. Or at least that's in my time."
Two slowly walked over to me as I picked up some papers, and started running his fingers through my wet hair.
"Um, so how are you doing?" I smiled at Two and walked away from him to straighten a table.
"Good." Two softly answered.
"You two must have had a doozy of a party in here last night." I laughed.
The Twins again exchanged silent glances with each other. Somehow I had the feeling that something was terribly wrong. Either that or the Twins had suddenly become overly shy. They hadn't spoken hardly any during what I thought was going to be a good conversation, and the way they kept eyeing each other and myself, startled me.
"Is there something I should know?" I suddenly and quickly came to the point. Both Twins sighed together and One stepped forward.
"We all need to talk as soon as possible." He said. "It's urgent."
"Come with me to the kitchen and we can talk there." I said, as I led the way.