Dream Journal
I drove into my parking spot and noticed that my bicycle had been moved and the motorcycle cover was missing. Inside, my apartment looked like my parents’ basement. My mother was in the kitchen doing dishes and Melissa sat at the dining room table. I asked my mom if she had moved my bike, but she was too busy singing and dancing to the radio to answer.
Mike Beach was in the bathroom staring at his reflection in the mirror. I noticed the bath mat was different and there was a strange towel hanging behind the door. I asked Mike how he was this morning; he looked very nervous. I could tell he was stalling because he didn’t want to leave the bathroom.
It was 7:20 am and I had to get moving before I was late for school. Mom poked her head into the bathroom and I knew I had to introduce her and Mike, but I could not remember his name. At the last minute it popped into my head and introductions were made.
Mike, apparently feeling more relaxed, went into the dining room and introduced himself to Melissa. Mom playfully pushed me and I fell back into the tub, which was filled with warm water. I was wearing shorts and a tank top and knew I would dry in no time. I would not be late for school.