| That night-12:45 AM �I think she�s finally asleep,� Marie said, falling down on the brown leather couch in the den of JC�s house. �Amen,� JC said, sitting down next to Marie and yawning. �I hate having a sick kid.� �Why don�t you go to bed?� Marie asked. �We�ve been up all night with her, but I think she�s fine for now.� �I can�t sleep anyway,� JC said. �Everytime I fall asleep I dream�about this girl.� �Julia?� �No. I don�t know her name. She has long, blonde hair, sparkling blue eyes, a warm, bright smile�� �Who is she?� �I don�t know,� JC said, breaking from his thoughts. �But she calls to me in those dreams. She says she wants to help me, but I don�t know who she is, I don�t know why she wants to help me.� The next day-3:25 PM �Come on, JC. You have to go!� �No Lance! I am not going to see some shrink about problems I don�t even have!� �But she sounds really nice. Just go talk to her. What could it hurt?� �Fine.� JC sighed as he gave in. �But I am only going this once! No more!� �Fine.� Lance rolled his eyes. 4:00 PM �Ah, Mr. Chasez. Right on time. Come on in.� JC walked into the large office and looked around. There was a long, black leather couch against one wall and a large desk centered in the middle of the room. In front of the desk were three blue, plush chairs. On the wall across from the couch was a tall, wooden bookshelf. Behind the desk sat a young woman, who JC guessed couldn�t have been more than 22. Her desk was cluttered with papers. JC looked at the woman. She had long, blonde hair that was pulled back and held with a clip. Her sparkling blue eyes seemed to be staring through his soul, he felt as though he could get lost in them a thousand times over, and her smile was so warm and inviting, JC felt as though he belonged there with her. �Mr. Chasez?� �Yes?� JC was pulled from his thoughts as her sweet voice filtered through the air and finally settled on his ears. �Come on in. Is something wrong?� �Uh, um, no. No. Nothing at all. I just swear I know you from somewhere.� Chrissy wrinkled her forehead. �I don�t think so. I just moved to Orlando a little over a week ago.� JC shook his head, as if to get rid of the confused feelings he was experiencing at the moment. He pointed to the couch. �Do I have to lie down on that thing?� Chrissy laughed. �Not if you don�t want to. You can sit on it, or sit in one of these chairs.� She pointed to one of the three chairs that sat in front of her desk. �Good,� JC said, taking a seat in the middle blue chair. �If I had to lie down, I probably would have fallen asleep. I have been up all night with my sick daughter.� �You have a daughter?� Chrissy asked. �What�s her name?� �Zoe. She�s four and a half.� Chrissy smiled. �Is that the only reason you haven�t been sleeping?� �Well, no. I have been having trouble sleeping since my wife died, and lately I have been having this really weird dream, and�I�m sorry. I shouldn�t be telling you all this.� �No, you should,� Chrissy said. �I am here to help you.� �But that�s just it. I don�t need help. My friends think I do, but I don�t. I am doing fine on my own! All I need to be is left alone.� |