It was a cold winter day when Jenna was on her way home. She had a bad day at work and she felt as bad as she looked at the moment, which was pretty bad. Her hair was a mess, her eyes made her look like she hadn't slept in days, and her makeup looked terrible. All she wanted to do was get home. She wished she was in her nice, comfy bed at that very moment. "Only one more block," she thought to herself as she walked. She had decided on walking to and from work since it wasn't that far and a little exercise couldn't hurt.

Soon she was home and soaking in her tub. The hot water felt good. As she soaked in the tub, she thought about what a rotten day it had been. First, her alarm clock didn't go off and she ended up being almost and hour late for work. Then, when she finally did get to work, she found a stack of paperwork waiting for her. THEN, when she finally did get all the paperwork done and she was ready to go home, the damned elevator got stuck and she ended up having to wait and hour and a half for the repair crew to fix it. Overall it had been a really bad day, but now she was home, finally.

Soon she was in her bed, slowly dozing off to sleep. She opened her eyes one last time to check the clock. It read 10:56. Then, she closed her eyes and fell asleep.

She was standing alone in a dark room. Even in the darkness, she could see that the room had rather nice furniture in it. She could also tell that she was in a bedroom, but the question was ... whose? There was a dark colored chair in one corner, a large dresser in another, and a door leading to a small bathroom in another. In the middle of the room, near the wall, there was a large bed. It had tall posts at each corner. As she stood there admiring the room, a door began to open, a door she had failed to notice before. It slowly creaked open to reveal a large form. The form was clearly male. "Jeez!" she thought to herself. Whoever it was had to be nearly seven feet tall. She could make out long, dark hair that fell well past his shoulders. Slowly, the figure entered the room.

Chapter 2

Jenna backed up as he came near. The closer he came, the farther she backed away. She backed right into the bed a fell on it. She lay still as he stood in front of her. He reached out a large hand to help her up. She blinked, not knowing whether to be scared or not. " Do not be afraid little one," he said in a deep voice. She blinked again, then slowly reached up to take his hand. He gently pulled her to her feet. She looked at him. His eyes were the most beautiful emerald green she had ever seen.

"Who are you?" she asked.

"My name is...."

Just as he was about to tell her, she woke up. She looked over at the clock. It read 6:03. She figured she might as well get up. The clock was set to go off at six thirty anyway.

Jenna got up and went to the closet to find something to wear. She settled on a short green dress and a pair of black high-heeled boots. She laid her clothes aside and went to another closet in the hallway. She went on to pull two towels and a washcloth from the closet. She shut the door and went to take a shower. The steaming hot spray of the shower felt wonderful on her sore back. As she showered, she thought about her most recent dream. It was the first time she had ever had a dream like that. True, she had some pretty weird dreams, but never like this. Who was this mysterious man who had invaded her dreams last night? She just didn't understand. What would make her have a dream like that? She closed her eyes and remembered the dream.

Jenna remembered the dream vividly. The room, the man, his voice, and his eyes. Those hypnotizing green eyes. She remembered the shiver that was sent up her spine as he took her hand to pull her off of the bed. Then, the part that made her heart race. The part where he was about to tell her who he was. "Dammit!" she yelled out loud. Whey did she have to wake up.

As she came back to reality, she felt the heat slowly draining out of the water. She turned off the water and stepped out. The first towel she used to dry her hair with. The other was used to dry her body with. As she walked out of the bathroom with the towel wrapped around her, she felt a chill. It was the kind of chill you feel when you feel like you're being watched. She spun around quickly. Nobody was there. She looked around the room. Not a soul was there. She shrugged the feeling off and went back to her daily routine. Although she had the day off, she had some things to do and wanted to get and early start.

She got dressed and went back to the bathroom to fix her hair. The dress was a little tighter and shorter than she remembered. She brushed her dark brown, shoulder length hair back into a ponytail. Then she walked to the kitchen and started a pot of coffee. When her coffee was ready, she took it and went into the living room. She sat down on the couch and took a long sip. Then, she leaned her head back. With her head leaned back, she drifted deep into thought. He was holding his hand out to her. It seemed like forever before she took it. Slowly, she took it while looking into his eyes. She couldn't tear her eyes away from his. That is, not until she heard an outside voice speaking to her. The voice was deep. It was as deep as the voice of the man that was in her dream. Only this voice sounded as if it were in her living room with her. The voice spoke to her, "Come to me. I am waiting."

To be Continued ...

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