The Dream Me

Chapter 3. The Closet: Dreaming reality

I woke up early this morning no more shouting and nag I heard this morning and that's kinda weird.

I directly go downstairs to look at what's happening and why everything seems weird for me for that day, but before that, a cold wind enters my room coming from my open window.

I smiled because I remember what I and Polo did last night.

"Auntie?"

"Auntie?"

And my voice goes around all over the house but I just received my own echo.

And a familiar voice comes at the back of the house.

"Abby, sweetheart can you help with the woods?" My father said.

And I'm shocked at what I'm seeing. I am still asleep or I'm still dreaming.

"Sweetheart? Are you okay? My father asked.

"Da-----d? Wh---at's happening? I asked and looked at my hands and slapped my face.

"Honey, help your dad to the woods and I will cook for our dinner," My mom said.

"Bu---t, I'm not dreaming, why are you here? Where's Auntie? The nagging? The endless commands and tasks? I said.

"Honey, are you alright? I think you have a deep sleep, that's why you're hallucinating. drink some water, honey." Mom said.

I run-up to my room and shut my door close, and cover myself with my blanket, and start snubbing.

"What's happening?" I said.

"Honey, Abby? Are you okay, what's happening to you?" Mom asked 

"You and dad is my dream, you-----re in my dreams. I and Polo sneaked out last night, I went to that window an--dddd". I said while crying and confused about what's happening.

My mom brushes my hair until I fall asleep, until to my sleep I still bring my confusing mind on what's going on.

"Abbyyyyyyy!"

"Haven't you heard of me!"

"Go down here! There's lots of stuff here that needs to be put at the back!"

The loud voice of my Auntie, as I wake up my mom is not my side anymore. And I asked myself again, "what's happening?".

As I finish all the tasks and command of my Auntie, I run to Polo's house with my dirty oversize shirt together with my stink smell.

And I saw Polo staring in his window, and the closet where we were last night is open and also the light inside it.

"Polo?" I asked with my weak and cracking voice.

"That's the reason why I want you to live, and not stay to your dreams Abby," Polo said.

"This is your dream, I'm part of your dreams. Tic-tac Abby, time to wake up" Polo followed.

"The closet is now open and the lights are shown, it means you awake and see your real-world," He said.

"Bu----t, no. I know I'm dreaming, I know. The walk, you being annoying that's all real" I said. 

"No, Abby. This is your dream, I'm your dreams. Your real-life is what you think is your dreams" He said.

"Stop asking, start accepting. I will always be part of you in dreams or in your real life because I'm there" He said together with pointing in my heart.

"At least your dreams allow you to see how strong you could be, you've been in the hardest phase here in your dreams Abby," Polo said while looking at my eyes.

"Go, go enjoy your real life with your parents, tell them the love you have for them. Don't wait the time that they become also your dreams, only dreams" Polo said and bowed his head.

"I want you to close your eyes, one more time. Abby" Polo said and turned his back on me.

"Po---lo" and I close my eyes one more time, but hoping as I open it, I can still see Polo in front of me.

And as I wake up, I wake up with my mom's lap and as I look at her I see her sleeping while my dad is in my chair and asleep as well.

And at that very moment, I cry so hard and start snubbing.

At 1:00 am at midnight, I'm staring at my window and my dad comes into my room.

"Sweetheart, you can tell me anything, everything. What's happening?" Dad said.

"Do you remember Polo dad?" I said while staring at my window.

"The one who has lots of jokes and has a great sense of humor, that boy?" He said.

"Yes, that's Polo dad," I said and smiled a little bit.

"Do you miss him? Abby, it's been a month since his death, I know it is hard to lose someone who gives you laughter but I believe Polo won't want to see you suffer because of him" Dad said.

And that makes me stop, now I know what's happening. All this time I'm not longing for my parents to be with me but Polo is the one who is longing for me, for us. And it breaks me.

My dad kisses me on my forehead "Have some rest, Abby. Everything will be fine soon. Okay?" He said.

I can't afford to answer back, because I'm still confused.

As the door closes, my tears fall down on my eyes together with a tight closure of my eyes and say "Why, Polo. Why?"

"Ringggggg" School bells.

"Nightmare disorder also known as dream anxiety disorder is a sleep disorder characterized by frequent nightmares. The nightmares, which often portray the individual in a situation that jeopardizes their life or personal safety, usually occur during the REM stages of sleep" Miss Maricar lectured.

As I pack my things in my backpack. "Abby, for a while" Miss Maricar said.

"Your mom is very worried about you, yesterday they said you keep crying, you are not yourself, is this about Polo, Abby?" She asked.

"I don't know, Miss. I really don't know" And I start crying and cover my face with my hands.

Miss Maricar tries to comfort me, by coming with me to Polo's gravestone.

"Touch it, Abby then closes your eyes," Miss Maricar said.

As I open my eyes I'm in the closet with no lights and I try to open it but someone touches my hand.

"Poo---lo?" I asked.

"It's enough, Abby. You are able to live with me and all of this" Polo said but I can't see his face.

"Polo can I ask one last question before you leave and before I go," I said while snubbing and controlling my tears.

"Do you, do yo--u like me?" I asked.

"You, i***t," He answered and touched my hair.

"If I do, I will make sure you don't need to live with your dreams. I will make the dreams come true" Polo said.

And a hand in my shoulder makes me awake, it's the hand of Miss Maricar. And I slowly open my eyes and the name of Polo in his gravestones is the first thing I saw.