Chapter 14: A Dream Before the Festival

I tossed and turned; even though I was asleep I knew I was doing so. I haven't dreamt of Christine in a week, why now? Why now when things are actually just a bit starting to go well for me?

"Will you never let me be Christine?" I asked her holding her close against my chest. Oh the feeling of her against me is breath taking. I felt her sigh.

"Until you learn angel." She responded just above a whisper.

"What do you mean?" no response. "Christine what do you mean?" I asked a bit more firm. She still did not respond. Suddenly I grabbed her shoulders and turned her around.

I met two big beautiful brown eyes, but those eyes did not belong to my Christine. Her hair was wavy, Christine's hair was curly. She had pure jet black hair; Christine's was a deep dark brown. This woman was not my Christine, but…

"Dreama?"

I forced myself awake when I felt soft small hands on my shoulders and ended up falling of the bed.

Murmuring curses as I rubbed my head I felt the hands on my shoulders again. I turned to see Dreama. Well no wonder you saw her in your dreams. True.

"Are you alright?" she asked a bit frantic. I smiled.

"I'm quite alright it's just my head, it's not as if I fell to my death."

"No I was actually talking about the dream you was having, but I'm sorry about that too." A small smile grew on her face. As much as I did not want to admit it her little meaningless joke made me chuckle.

"What time is it?" I asked suddenly getting of the ground and back on the bed.

"Oh well that's the reason why I'm up hear, you have an hour to get ready for the festival tonight." She said sitting next to me. I though, quickly stood.

"What?" I asked shocked. It was already night time? "Why was I not awoken?" I asked with strength in my voice. She stood and backed away a little.

"Well we were going to wake you up but Thelma said you had a rough night last night and said we should leave you asleep." Her head was narrowed and a hint of fear was in her eyes. My eyes softened as I noticed this.

"I'm sorry I did not mean to raise my voice to you when you did nothing. It's just…the dreams I have can be quite frustrating and I just rather be awake then deal with them." She lifted her head and sighed.

"No need to apologize like usual Erik, my dreams get frustrating to. But the only way to get rid of them is to just accept them. If you block them out they're bound to come back at a time they shouldn't come back." Again as much as I did not want to admit it, she was right. But I couldn't face Christine again. Not yet.

"Well to break the silence I brought you the close Mrs. Bridges made." She said handing me the fancy looking clothes that were laying on a chair next to the door. I took them gratefully.

"Thank you" I responded slightly brushing my hand against hers sending a slight shock through me, and from the look on her face I say she felt it too. She then took a few steps back blushing. Yes she felt it to.

"You're welcome Erik. Remember now only an hour." She said again reminding me.

"Yes thank you." I gave a smile and so did she. After three seconds she left to let me change.

I looked through the outfits the Fabric Maker made me. Fine pieces of work indeed!

One full brown outfit, one with black trousers and dark blue coat with…she changed it…it was supposed to be a black vest but she changed it to something brighter almost like a bright yellow. A bit upset I thought I shouldn't judge so quickly.

I grinned then chuckled at the memory of the night before. My fast judgment was the reason why I fought her.

I looked more at the outfits she had made; they were indeed very well made. Then one caught my eyes. The black outfit that resembled my old outfit. Oh the resemblance! I grabbed it and placed it on without thinking. In a matter of minutes I was in power again, though missing my wig and mask I was not completely in control. But that was what I wanted, not to be in control, just to feel in control of myself is enough. I placed the special shoes Mrs. Bridges gave me and I finally completed the outfit.

I looked at myself in the mirror. I did not look bad. Yet I did not look good. I was more in between. What are you talking about you're in between your ugly, terrible looking! If I was the same person I was three weeks ago, then I sworn I would have agreed, but no I did not agree. For once I felt a bit confident.