Jesus Christ what a dream. Normally I have nightmares, really really bad nightmares. But it's been a while now since I had one of my weird sex dreams. I always woke up from them feeling all hot and bothered and quite literally sweating like I had been sleeping in a furnace. I was partial to thrashing about in my sleep and last night just when my dream was getting really, really good; I thrashed about so hard that I managed to knee my bedside table, with enough force to wake me up and leave quite a noticeable bruise where it hit. It wasn't sore thankfully, nor had it started to swell but it looked pretty ugly. Whatever, I was going to go for a morning run then I would probably drag out the balance beam in the gymnasium and practice a bit on that. I felt like I needed to concentrate today and hopefully, build up some courage before I would eventually run in to Satoru and most likely; embarrass the hell out of myself. That dream I had last night had pretty much confirmed that even though we teased each other like there was no tomorrow, I was sweet on this guy.
I dragged myself out of bed begrudgingly, grumbling from my disrupted sleep and dream as I gathered some supplies together. I needed to go brush my teeth and wash my face and do all my morning bathroom stuff. I grabbed my wash bag and made my way through the halls to the women's bathroom, figuring I could shower after I've done all my training. It was half six, I must have had a good seven or seven and half hours sleep last night, but I was still so groggy. A good run would wake me up. It didn't take me long to sort myself out and get in to some running gear. It wasn't as warm as yesterday but I still threw on a long sleeved leotard and some sweatpants. I'd warm up properly with a run for about half an hour around the schools grounds, then do some stretching before my gymnastics practice. I grabbed my gym bag, left all my stuff at the gymnasium for later then began my morning workout.
Running through the schools grounds was quickly becoming one of my favourite things. The views were stunning and being out in nature and fresh air for a while really did make me feel invigorated and I felt like I could concentrate better… sometimes. I had found a really big old tree on my run, who's leaves provided some shade from the sun and cooled the grass below it. I had the idea of coming up here after training and a shower, with a little picnic for myself; and the photo I have of my mum. My way of coping with my mothers death was finding somewhere nice to sit for a while with a framed photo I had of mum and just… talk to her about stuff as if she was there. I was finishing my run at the gymnasium, starting my stretching routine as I slowed down in to a jog. There was a cooling breeze flowing through the gymnasium as I pushed the huge double doors open, I let it bring me back down to a nice temperature I could operate at. I hated being too warm when I was about to do some routines.
I removed my sweats and sneakers and pulled my CD player out of my gym bag. I had some random mix in there I burned ages ago with a bunch of the music both my mum and I liked; a bit of Radiohead, MF DOOM, The Pixies. I just needed some noise in the background while I stretched out, making sure I wasn't going to have any problems with my knee I had so spectacularly bruised. The balance beam was tucked away in a corner behind a big screen along with a bunch of other equipment which thankfully didn't take me too long to set up. There was even a spring board too, score! I was back in my happy place, even though I hadn't been on the balance beam in a while I felt pretty good about it.
I jogged a little bit away from the spring board I had just set up along with all the crash mats I needed. A few quick stretches again, then I began my quick short run in to my favourite way to mount the beam; a round off, layout step-out salto. I landed perfectly on the four inch wide beam, please with myself in the fact I didn't instantly bugger up my landing. Now I decided on practising some of the stuff I needed to, mainly my turns and leaps with a few acrobatic moves I hadn't done in a long time. Stuff I really needed to concentrate on, but there was a familiar sensation lingering around me. Energy. And the feeling I was being watched.
I slept fantastically last night. Maybe it was because I had been busy all day and I was actually tired and in need of a really good sleep, or maybe it was because I felt… I dunno, a sense of peace almost? I felt like myself yesterday, my true self. The person that wanted to do fun things and let my guard down around people. The only person I truly let my guard down around was Suguru, but he was my best friend. Sure I was great friends with Shoko, but nothing more than that. Yesterday I felt really comfortable around Gigi and I did unconsciously let my guard down around her. For a start my physical guard of Infinity, did not work on her at all and I think it was her own weird cursed energy that allowed her to bypass it if it was active. If I literally did not want anyone making physical contact with me, I turned on Infinity.
While I was initially apprehensive about her when she first arrived at the school, seeing how she was with everyone else had brought me round. She was just as goofy, honest and curious as I was and had made friends with everyone; even that weird lion looking cursed corpse that our teacher Yaga had created. I had seen the animated plushie riding around on her shoulder sometimes as she was walking through the school, or pouring over books in the classrooms or library with her friend Jane. She even called the cursed corpse "Leo" and pet him on the head and gave him high fives. It was adorable. She was the girl that danced like everybody was watching. But she didn't care, it just spurred her on even more.
Surprisingly though last night, Gigi thanked me before we parted ways with a gentle kiss on my cheek before she made her way to her dorm room. That one kiss felt like one of the most sweetest sensations I had ever felt before in my life. Whatever it was that happened between us whenever our skin touched was always an enjoyable sensation, but this kiss… this one little kiss sent a an exhilarating shiver down my spine. It was sincere. Sincerity was not something I experienced with most girls I had taken on dates before or had relations with. But I felt genuinely good about us having a good time yesterday. I did kick myself for not keeping a hold of her before she went back to her room. I just wanted to hold her. Sure she was mourning her mother this weekend and maybe she would've appreciated a nice big hug. But I wanted to hold her for my own reasons. I wanted my own comfort. Not the comfort you got from friends when you were feeling sad and they gave you kind words or whatever, but the kind of comfort you got from being physically close to someone. Someone who understood, someone who resonated with you and saw exactly who you were through all the facades you put up.
She gave me nice dreams when I slept. Knowing what our skin felt like even when we briefly touched each other made me imagine what full skin on skin body contact would be like with her. I had this notion that being completely naked and sleeping beside her or with her, would be one of the most divine and intoxicating things ever. I dreamt of waking beside her; tangled in each others limbs with her head on my chest and me running my fingers through her hair, enjoying the pleasures and sensations that lovers did. I dreamt of her giggling as I would shower her from head to toe with tingly kisses, then feel myself growing hard as she would flip over and straddle me with her powerful legs, then whisper my name as she kissed me passionately. I woke from my dreams strangely content and with a genuine smile on my face.
I knew today was the proper anniversary of Gigi's mothers death and I did wonder if she wanted to be left alone. But I wanted to see her and see if she was okay at least, then she could tell me to leave her alone or whatever. I got ready quickly and made my way out in to the school grounds and headed directly for the gymnasium. Sure enough, the double doors were wide open and I could hear music coming from inside. As I got closer to the door and looked in, I noticed Gigi wasn't doing any routines on the huge sprung floor mat, but was instead about to use the long thin beam she must have dragged out. She was stretching out a little before she took a good few quick steps towards a spring board, launching in to some complicated looking flips that sent her high enough to land on the narrow beam with grace and no faltering. She showed nothing but control and elegance as she twisted, turned and tumbled her malleable form all the way up and down the beam. She was mesmerising.
