• She wanted me. For the first time in my life, a person wanted me who wasn't a friend or a family member. It was more than sexual, she desired me for a deeper reason, an unusual attraction which I felt the moment I saw the glint of her eyes. The room is dark, so I can only see an outline of her figure, but the warmth of her body close to mine told me everything. Yet I feel fear, a fear of letting myself become engulfed in this unexplainable draw. We sat back on a cushion and I rested my head on hers, her hair was smooth to the touch, her closeness made me feel safe. Something was wrong though, she became sick. I consoled her, telling her she did not need to worry about being sick on the carpet. My friend comes out and criticized me for bringing her over to his house, confusing me on where I was and driving me to tell him I'd take her home. I needed to escape to a more familiar place. While driving along a winding road we spoke of nothing, savoring the silence and the presence of one another. But damage to the road and wreckage on the other side forced us to turn around. We arrived at a town, and then she was gone, the door to the car left open as she shifted into the crowd. I wandered around town, people asking me who I was looking for. I told them a name which I didn't remember hearing and they reacted as if I spoke of royalty. Chaos broke out and there were fights beginning all around the town. Just as I saw her face, shapes began to shift around, and I woke up. From that moment on I've been deeply disturbed, for the girl's face seemed familiar, as if I knew her from my own life. The moment I close my eyes each night after I feel mixed feelings, apprehension and desire to see her face one more time, and fear and despair that once I do, I'll realize there is nothing to her face that is familiar.