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Frank awoke from his dream; the details were so clear, with the song playing over in his head. The song was very familiar, almost as if it were one of his favorite songs of all time. Just one line kept playing over and over in his head, the line that played as he kissed her on the dance floor.
Maybe millions of people go by, but they all disappear from view…
He could still smell her on his skin, and taste her on his lips. He shook his head to clear it. This is very freaky, Frank thought to himself. I don’t understand why I keep having this dream. I think I’m cracking up.
He had started recently wishing for a nightmare just to break the cycle that his current dream seemed to keep him in. As if to remind him, another line from the song popped into his head.
My love must be a kind of blind love…I can’t see anyone but you…
He knew that song! Maybe he would ask someone at work in the morning. Hell, morning was already here. The clock on his nightstand read a glaring 5:45 AM.
He cursed under his breath. Another side affect of this dream was its affect on his waking hours. He found it difficult to concentrate on little else. It had gotten so bad that he would forget what he was saying in mid sentence. For anyone other than a teacher that would not be a big deal, he thought. His business was talking and business was getting very bad. Frank made it to his bathroom. He flicked up the light switch and with a very loud sizzle the florescent bulb gave its last breath.
“Jesus, cut me some slack this morning, please.”
As he turned toward the bathroom closet where he kept the spare tubes, the lights flashed again. He almost jumped out of his skin as the image of her appeared in the mirror. Frank closed his eyes tight hoping that the flash had caused an illusion. He cautiously opened one eye.
It was an image he had become very familiar with, and one that chilled him to the bone just the same. She was about 17 or 18 years old, about 5’7”, with long semi curly dark brown hair. Its style was what you’d see in all the old movies from the late 50’s early 60’s. Her powder blue dress confirmed the time period. She wore a locket around her neck, the kind that would hold pictures. She was an extraordinarily beautiful young woman. Normally her smile would make his heart skip a beat.
She was not smiling now. She was reaching out to Frank and mouthing silent words. Frank was no lip reader but being a teacher, he was a good reader of body language. She was trying desperately to tell him something she considered very important. He could almost make out the tears running down her face. The lights flashed again as her hand went to touch the locket. Frank blinked and when he looked at the mirror again her apparition was gone.
Frank had an empty sad feeling. The best way to describe the feeling would be to say that it was like never getting to say I love you to someone who meant more to you than anything in the world. Which was silly, Frank thought to himself. She’s not even freaking real!
But even as he thought that for the millionth time, it got harder to believe with each passing day. He knew without any rational reason that he was in love with her.
“I am cracking up,” he said.
He reached into the closet and grabbed the spare tube. He walked into the kitchen for a chair so he could change the bulb. He was amazed that he had not stubbed any of his toes yet.
“One of the benefits of getting the shit scared out of you first thing in the morning,” he muttered.
He purposely avoided looking into his bathroom mirror. It was dark but he could see well enough to change the florescent tube. He climbed onto the chair and began to unlatch the light cover. Frank grabbed the old burnt out tube and twisted. With a loud snap-pop the bulb shattered. The last thing he remembered was the sensation of falling.
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