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In my dreams, I know for sure it was a dream because I saw mom, she looked exactly like the pictures my dad gave to me of her. He forced me to carry it everywhere in my purse, eventually it got so worn out I couldn't take the purse anywhere, when I tried to take out the picture, I find it was stuck. And further removing it would ruin the picture forever. I didn't want to do that so I let the picture sit in the torn pink purse that sat at the bottom of my drawer. I haven't touched it since the day I last saw dad.
She was wearing a blue blazer in the photo, her hair cut on top of her head, she beamed at the camera. Dad said she bought the blazer just so it would be her passport for everything she did when she got to America. I wonder who told them it was better to run and hide from the police here while having no shelter or food than staying in your own country where you don't have to hide from immigration officers.
In my dream she wore the blue blazer, she was beaming at me with pride. She told me I was on the right track and I should continue to follow it, everything was going to get better from here out. I would like to think it was my imagination telling me this, I wanted to convince myself so bad that I was doing the right thing that my mind conjured up an image of my mom to tell me. That was until she said.
"Find your father. Go find your father Lisa, he's waiting."
I wake up, pretending I didn't just see my mother in my dream asking me to go back to my father.
I was still wrapped safely in his arms when I wake up. A warm smile spread across my face as I watch him sleep. Call me creepy, I don't care.
Some time in the middle of the night when I was sound asleep, he woke up to take a shower. I know this because his hair was not slicked backwards anymore, no trace of gel was in his hair, in fact his hair covered half his face, his eyes were covered by the hair. I resist the urge to run my fingers through it and just watch him sleep instead.
It was painfully obvious why Cam was in love with him, he was strikingly handsome. You'd have to be blind not to see it. I briefly wondered what I was going to do about the situation with Cam, even if I understand Kennedy is not gay, I don't want him to lose a good friend because of me.
I hiss as I feel a stab of pain. I almost forgot about the presence of my period.
Kennedy's eyes flew open.
"Are you in pains? Are you okay?"
I am stunned momentarily. How did he hear that tiny hiss of pain and know it was me? Okay I was the only one in his bed, and house but how did it penetrate through his sleep?
"I'm fine, it was period cramp but it's gone now. It's fine. Did I wake you?"
"Are you sure it's fine? I read online that if you're having cramps it's best to massage underneath your feet." He starts to massage my feet.
"No really, I'm okay, it was a passing pain. It's all good now."
"Wait a minute." He tells me before dashing out.
Another reason I know he did shower in the night was the change of clothes. He was wearing pyjamas bottoms and a plain black t shirt. I stay in that position till he returns.
"Here, it's warm water. I also read it helps."
I take the mug from him and blow on it a little before sipping it.
"You did research on periods? When?"
I wince as I swallow, I have never been one to drink hot or warm water. It just wasn't me.
"Yeah, I needed to know what to do. I hate feeling helpless."
I almost coo at that.
"Thank you. For the water and the massage."
He had gone back to start massaging my feet. I want to tell him it wasn't working and he should stop, but I liked when he touched me, so I don't stop him. I let him carry on as I watch his fingers move expertly on my flesh.
"Did you do your research at night? When I was asleep?"
He nods, mop of brown hair bobs up and down. I reach out and pat the hair.
"You're so amazing."
"You are even more amazing."
I smile and continue to pay his head.
"Have you ever had a girlfriend?"
"Depends on what girlfriend you're talking about."
I raise my brows in question.
"What type of girlfriends are there?"
He laughs. I take a sip of the warm water before it grew cold.
"I never did have anyone I was very serious about. All of them were born out of boredom."
I resist the urge to ask if I was born out of boredom. But I don't ask, I continue to sip on the warm water.
"Oh shoot, I almost forgot. Good morning Mimosa."
I beam brightly.
"Good morning sexy."
"Did you sleep well?"
I nod as I watch him.
"Did you sleep well?"
"The very best sleep I have ever had."
"Why?"
"What do you think?"
We had started again, the air was starting to cackle with sizzling tension again. The same thing that had us tearing into each other's clothes and jumping each other's bones.
"What do you want for breakfast?"
"Will you be the one cooking?" I ask him.
He throws his head back and laugh.
"You cannot doubt my culinary skills before you even have the chance to taste it."
"Oh you have culinary skills? Impressive."
"My body is not the only thing impressive about me." He brags.
I laugh.
"Okay then, culinary boy. What can you make?"
"How about I show you instead of telling you? Telling you will suck the fun out of everything."
I raise my brows at his obvious confidence.
"Ok Chef. Do you your thing."
"Prepare yourself, you're about to have a taste of what's going to keep you wanting more."
"Blow me away Chef."
He claps his hand on his pyjamas bottoms as he rose up to his feet. He starts to leave the room before I stop him.
"Wait."
He turns to face me, a teasing smile on his face.
"Are you disappointed that I'm still here? Even if I'm on my period."
He looks appalled that I would even ask that. Then he says, rather, he asks;
"What do you think Lisa?"
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