who am I?

Awakening

How was I soaked with seawater if I was only dreaming? Even being underwater felt real. I looked in my mirror. My raven curls were flat against my head, like wet cotton. Seawater and curls didn't mix well.

I rinsed the saltwater from my hair and grabbed my strawberry quava shampoo. My hair was my crowning glory. I always wondered where I got it from.

I didn't remember much of my birth parents, or where I had come from. Most of my memories were a ball of fuzz. As I let the conditioner sit, I began to think of them.

I began to see a woman. She was gorgeous. She stood looking out at the ocean. Her hair was coily, dark at the roots and at ends it faded to platinum. She was also a rich mahogany brown.

I couldn't see her eyes in my mind; She stood with her back facing me. Her beautiful hair spilled down her back stopping just at the small part of her back.

A tall man the color of a freshly baked peanut butter cookie stood with his arms around her. His hair was long and in locs. he wore them pulled back into a bun. Both of them had a silver sarong around their hips..

I tried to keep the image of them in my head but the shower water brought me out of my trance. There was a knock at my door.

"Now who could this be at one o'clock in the morning." I thought.

The knocking continued, it started to sound a little desperate. I made a stop at the closet closest to my front door. I lived alone so a lady had to defend herself.

I opened the door ready to let my metal bat speak, when I froze. There standing in front of me was a figure in a deep blue cloak. I couldn't see the face but I saw silver eyes.