Michelle's Perspective
The sun greeted me as soon as I opened my eyes. Why did I wake up so early? There was no school today. I just rested my hand on my cheek and wished I could have slept longer. I wished I had met him longer. Why did I have to wake up this early? Maybe I was still flustered because of how handsome he was.
I kept punching my bed out of frustration. He was so handsome. I rolled and tossed, thinking about his face. He really was handsome. I could not stop thinking about him no matter what I did.
It was such a shame that I didn't even know his name. I didn't know where he lived. Who his parents were. Was he happy? Had he eaten yet? Wait, am I falling for him? But I felt so weak. Every time he spoke, I lost my words. I lost myself in his handsomeness. Even my right as a lucid dreamer to control my dreams I never used it. But no! What right did he have to enter my dream? I should have fought for my right. But still, was he really the one at fault?
He is so handsome! I slammed the door hard when I left my room. Mom was startled. I shouldn't be happy today. I almost forgot what happened last night. Maybe Mom would think I don't care about what happened. But I shouldn't be happy. But I shouldn't suffer either. I should not lock myself in the past. I need to live normally now and in the future. Nothing good will come if I just keep feeling sorry. We will fight. We will win.
I stood up properly and pretended to be sad, even though I did not want to. We should be happy because we are far from the lies and pain caused by our father. We should be happy because of his decision. But Mom still looked sad of course.
"I'm sorry," I whispered, apologizing for my actions. I bowed my head. Mom and Carl looked sad too. I should not be happy.
"All right, sit down, my child," Mom said as she fixed my chair and waited for me to sit before she got food. Mom is very caring. She looks after us well. She never forgets her role not only as a mother but also as a friend to Carl and me.
"Mom, I will just wash my hands and face in the bathroom," I said as I walked to the comfort room. I could not help but smile because the image of the man I met kept coming back to my mind. His smile was truly charming.
Have I already fallen for him at our first meeting? Is this love at first sight? It has been a long time since I tried to love. I failed many times before, so I promised myself I would love myself first before anyone else.
When I returned to my room, I was surprised because I forgot to turn off the faucet. What is this? I was thinking about him too much.
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"Carl, please tell Mom I am going to sleep," I said. Carl was surprised by what I said. He looked puzzled. Sometimes, it really feels nice to order my brother around because he is very kind. He never complains.
"Going to sleep already? So early. You have not even eaten yet. What a miracle!" I smiled at him with a little threat. He might think I want to see someone in my dream again.
Carl is so sweet. He is always gentle to Mom and me. Quiet but playful. I love my brother very much. Even if I always tease him, I do not want to hurt him.
"All right, sis, go to sleep. Sleep well," he said. I turned off the lights that gave some glow to my room. I wanted to go quickly to my dream mansion house. I could not wait anymore. I don't know why, but I really wanted to see him again.
"Hi, my lady!" I was surprised because suddenly the man who trespassed into my life, or rather, my dream house, appeared before me. I could not help but smile. He was really handsome.
Why is it that no matter how much I want to be mad or angry at him, it disappeared when I saw him? I felt nervous. My heart was beating fast. Is this love at first sight? No more like love at first dream?
"Sit down. I had something cooked for you. I knew you would come back," I teased him to look angry. As expected, his expression suddenly changed. He looked sulky. No, I should be angry.
"Why, my lady? Don't you want me here?" "I could move to other dream if you don't want me here,"he said as if about to leave. But his steps were slow, hoping I would stop him. Wait, what is this? Is he acting cute to me? Argh, he looked so cute. Even if he did not try, his face was already cute.
"Don't get all cute. I'll pull your cheeks!" I teased him more to pretend I was angry.
"By the way, what is your name?" I just wanted to know his name.
Suddenly he stood up and fixed his clothes like a businessman about to give an endorsement, haha.
"My name is Christian. Christian Cruz..." I didn't hear the rest because suddenly I felt dizzy and woke up.
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"Why, Carl? What's the problem?" I asked with mixed worry and anger. It was annoying.
"I miss Dad," he said as he sat beside me and hugged me. "I miss Dad too. If only you knew," I whispered to myself.
"Shall we meet Dad tomorrow? Do you want to?" Suddenly my sad brother who entered my room looked happy.
My stomach twisted. I knew what he meant. He wanted to see Dad like before to find some peace in the middle of all the chaos. But was that even possible? Was there really a way to meet Dad again? Was I ready for that?
I sat up, rubbing my tired eyes. Tomorrow was going to be a big day. I had to be brave not just for myself, but for Carl too. We both needed closure, and maybe, just maybe, a chance to heal.
"Carl, please let me sleep. Please," I begged in my brain though I knew he could not hear me.
"Really, Ate? Okay. I'm going to sleep. I want to see Dad!" He happily stood up from my bed and happily left my room. Good. At least now I can sleep.