Story (part 6)

Three hours later Olivia woke up with a sigh. It was one of those moments when you want to keep on dreaming, but your body wakes up out of the blue in the worst moment. What was that all about, Olivia wondered to herself as she rested her head back on the soft white carpet. Her mind went back to the dream she was having just a moment before- She had been walking alone through the beautifully lit lawn of the White House with a long black evening gown, the soft music of a ball in the background. Suddenly a figure appeared walking towards her absentmindedly. As she came closer she could see it was Sam, dressed in a tux looking perfect with his tan skin and shiny brown hair expertly in place. A twig snapped under her weight, and Sam looked up from the leveled grass. They greeted and exchanged excuses for being outside, and after a while they had finally accepted that they were bored in there with the socialites and important people. They had walked and talked in perfect synch, covering many subjects and having several silences that were far from awkward, just comprehending. They reached a bench and sat down, turning to face each other. Olivia remembered she had racked her head for topics to discuss, and she could tell by the look of desperateness in Sam’s eyes that he was too. Abruptly they both started laughing, her bright green eyes and his deep chocolate brown ones glimmering in the cold night. She could feel it, words were not needed, the fact that they were both there was enough. She blinked, a long, slow blink, and when she opened her eyes again Sam’s face was inching toward hers in a way that made Olivia’s insides churn. And she had woken up. Please come again, Olivia found herself wishing, I need to know what it feels like. What? I want to know what it feels like? Why, I don’t even like him…Do I? Oh my I need to stop thinking. But she couldn’t stop. Her mind raced with thoughts of Evan, the guy she thought she had a crush on and of Sam her old childhood friend, and on an d on it went until Katlin walked in stopping her confused mind.
“Thank you so much,” Olivia breathed with relieve as soon as Katlin walked in the room.
“You‘re welcome, but for what,” her shadow questioned her with curiosity.
“You know, for everything this morning,” she improvised.
Katlin smiled with suspicion and glances at Olivia’s blushing cheeks. “Anyway,” she continued, “I just came back to tell you that your mom want you to meet her for lunch in the dining room right now to discuss some things for tonight, and that after that you have to start getting ready for the gala. And don’t roll your eyes, you know it is very important and it is a big deal to her.”
“Okay,” Olivia replied with an uncanny tone. Katlin looked at her with surprise expecting to hear protest but not getting any. Olivia stood up and went down to the kitchen her mind now moving to the subject of what she would do tonight in the white house gala.
Two hours, seven glasses of water, and a headache later Olivia dragged her thin body up the stairs and into her room, where she went to her desk and plopped down on her blue swivel chair. She quickly opened up Google and typed up “meaning of dreams”. She opened the first site and looked for kissing, and read the meaning with curiousness. “Affection. Joy. Coming success. Wish to be close to someone.” Not wanting to believe it she looked in another web page. This one said “If you are kissing a close friend, then it represents your respect and adoration for your friend. You are seeking some intimate closeness that is lacking in some waking relationship. It may or may not signify a romantic interest for him or her. If the dream ends just about you are about to kiss someone, indicates that you are unsure of how he or she really feels about you. You are looking for some sort of relationship with this person but you are not sure about how to go about achieving it.” I don’t like him like him, he’s been my friend forever one more webpage. The alarm in her inner voice surprised Olivia, liking Sam would not be that weird, maybe it was just physical. He was a very handsome and cute boy. “Kissing a close friend means that there is some undefined tension between you. Competitiveness with him or her signifies that there is chemistry, and quarrels that there is physical tension.” Olivia scratched her head and sighed confused with everything. After a while of staring into space thinking about the dream, she decided to ignore it, after all it was just an image formed by her unconscious.