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know, the usual.” Like Alistair, Kayla knew I suffered from
disturbing dreams but I had never shared how deep the disturbance
was. I have been having dreams like this for as long as I could
remember. He was always there. He was always trying to control me.
He never once did, but the tension between us never seemed to end.
There was always a little give and take on either end and I knew he
was always holding back from me. I had done a lot of study on
Freudian dream theoretic while I was a teenager, but had not come
to any forgone conclusions. Once, when I was younger I had tried to
share the content of my dreams with my Aunt Evelyn, but she had
dismissed it easily as a fantastic 8 year olds imagination and I
never spoke of it again. It had taken me weeks to build up the
courage to talk to her about him, but her blank face when I spoke
of having strange dreams quickly confirmed that she did not know or
care how to raise a child.
    I stretched my legs out a bit under the table
in a futile attempt to unwind and relax.
    “What about you? How
did you sleep last
night?”
    She laughed. Loudly. “Well, for your
information, I slept quite well after I kicked Steven out of my
apartment.”
    “Sorry. The date was that bad?” I asked.
    She shook her head. “No, not specifically. He
was fine until he decided to get a little too greedy with my tits
without permission.” I paled at the thought and she laughed
dramatically at my face. “I’m just kidding. He didn’t try anything.
I don’t know… It was just a vibe, ya know? Something about him just
wasn’t right. I couldn’t quite place it, but…I had a feeling.” I
laughed. Kayla, who quickly became one of my close friends after
moving to Olympia, was a feeling kind of girl. All of her decisions
were based on the aura of the opposing situation or person. Her
life choices were rarely based on cold hard facts, and those were
limited to the ones out of her control such as rent or doctor
visits. Still, after first walking into Spot Coffee and Kayla
peering at me through her wire rimmed half glasses, I was declared
a positive influence for her chakras. She claimed that she
immediately had a ‘good feeling’ about me being a friend and we had
decidedly become daily caffeine buddies. In my experiences it had
never hurt to become close acquaintances to someone with unlimited
access to caffeinated beverages or alcohol for that matter. Plus
Kayla turned out to be a pretty good listener when I needed to
vent. “Listen, my break is almost over. You good?”
    I nodded, complete with fake smile. “I’m
good.”
    Five hours, and two lattes later I found
myself in a gay bar called Marco’s Triangle. Alistair had decided
that I needed to accompany him despite my desire to sit at home and
catch up on some very important books that I thought required way
more attention. Despite my lack of enthusiasm I sat at yet a
different bar, drinking a different cocktail, dressed in my finest,
sleazy, low cut outfit. I doubted if I had told my fellow partiers
that I’d prefer to be in bed, they’d have believed I meant
asleep.
    Escapism had always been a
bit of a bad habit of mine, and to be honest my dreams were far
more entertaining than my real life. Somehow I had always managed
to thwart off every attempt at love any friend had tried to gently
force upon me. Not that I was unhappy about that. The guys some of
my closer friends found to set me up with were just not… well they
were just not him .
My dark robed visitor.
    I was just starting to feel tipsy and ready
to dance, when I noticed miss sorority blonde from the previous
night walk in. Complete with the tasty looking tall, scowling
stranger as arm candy. A saw the way their hands were held, finger
wrapped loving around finger and I tensed up inside, jealously
suddenly overtaking me with her claws.
    I was not a stranger to jealousy. In fact I
would say jealousy and I were close personal friends. One does not
grow up poor, mousey, and as