Will jerked awake and found himself heaving in the darkness of his room. He sat up in the bed and vigorously rubbed his eyes. The dream shook him. He never remembered his dreams. But when he did, they were always a hybrid between a dream and a memory. He hated them because they always brought back memories of moments he cherished most and as he slept he twisted them into something grotesque and horrifying. Will looked to the window for comfort, but it was too dark. How long had he been asleep? He glanced at the illuminated red numbers on the digital clock next to the bed. 9:32 pm. He was amazed. Had he really slept for ten hours? Will ran his hands over he shorn hair and walked slowly to the bathroom. He fumbled around for the light switch and flipped it on causing his senses to be momentarily paralyzed by the intensity of white light. After thirty minutes, Will grabbed his coat and left the room.
He headed down the stairs and out the door without even glancing at the other boarders in the bed and breakfast. Will was greeted by a pleasant coolness that stung his face and he took off running. He didn't think of any destination because he knew where he would end up. He passed building after building; all looking alike, all having no value to him except one. The streetlights lit his way casting his shadow behind him and then in front of him. When he reached her street Will slowed down and tried to control his heaving chest.
He slowed to a walk and approached Sydney's house. He saw the lights were on inside and the closer he got the warmer and more hopeful he got. When he reached the door Will stood there for a moment. He remembered what it was like standing outside of Sydney's door, but this was a new door and a new life for both of them. He had his doubts about knocking but he didn't come all this way for nothing. He had already entered her domain. He lifted his hand and knocked on the heavy oak door. No one answered after a while and Will's heart sank.
"Maybe she's really not here," he thought to himself. He was about to turn away when he heard the lock click from within. His breath caught in his throat as he watched the knob turn. The door slowly opened and Will didn't see Sydney. Instead it was vaguely young Spanish woman with dark long hair. For a moment Will thought that she was the woman he saw running on the beach. He could see how he could mistake this woman for Sydney they were similar in body type.
"Can I help you?" she asked. He could hear the accent in her voice. His heart fell, he'd made a mistake. He knew he couldn't have been that lucky when he first came.
"Uh, sorry, I must have the wrong house. I'm looking for someone named Sydney," he apologized. The young Spanish woman smiled.
"Yes, she's here." His heart stopped. "Come in I'll go and get her." Will slowly stepped over the threshold and the young Spanish lady closed the door.
"Sydney!" she called. "You have a visitor."
"I'll be right there!" he heard Sydney call. Now his heart leapt from his stomach to his throat. It hurt when he tried to swallow it back down. Will began to fidget when he realized that he was moments away from seeing Sydney again. And then he got unbearably hot. He cleared his throat when he heard Sydney and the other young lady laugh. She was smiling when she turned the corner. She stopped abruptly when she saw him and the smile quickly faded from her face.
tbc...
Sorry, I know these updates are short, but I've got an ending that dying to come out trapped in my head, and I can't get it to come out. (I guess my word choice is pretty bad... :) Not to worry though, I'm working on the beast!