This morning, I woke up crying. Just the time I realized I was crying, I stopped. I supposed I had a cringe some dream on my second sleep. What was the idea?
I met Dinosaur on Saturday night. He came when I was cleaning a pool. What was the fuss? Why would I even working on a pool? It was a swimming pool by any means. No, I did not wear a swimsuit, that was not a kind of job I had on this occasion. I wore more like an outfit of a barn girl with my hat put on. Go figure.
My friend whom I have never met in real life appeared to be very surprised of Dinosaur's sudden appear.
She was like "Hello, it IS Saturday night, why would you even come to a pool which run out of water?" She threw a snitchy look on me.
Dinosaur smiled.
My friend continued her words. "Where is your mate? Aren't you two should have been dating by this late? Or are you not seeing anyone now?" It was too much of her, I guessed. I made her stop.
Dinosaur had his eyes on mine. I swear, it was the least favorite thing acceptable to me. He opened his mouth as if he would start explaining things that went too odd that night.
"Listen.."
Surprisingly it was me talking, not him. This might also be surprising. I took full control of myself on that my dream. I shut him down because I wanted to talk so much. Telling him how much it was bothering me to seeing him again.
"Listen, Dino. You know we have been not good friends lately. And that look, that look you made, argh! It is the most irritating look. It is Saturday night and I should be working on pool and you, you? What do you usually do? Eating spaghetti, cherishing every spoon of choco ice cream, what else?" I looked mad.
Dinosaur not even looked bothered. He sat by the pool. "Listen," he started.
"No. I won't listen. It is all crystal clear."
And I woke up crying.
