4 Chapter Four: The Picture of Him

She woke up feeling mesmerized. The feeling was genuine. It was more than just a thing. It was a memory that she couldn't forget.

Because the thing he just gave her before she leaves is a passionate kiss.

She caught his face, questioning her. Then he walked closer to her. She felt his hand reached her face.

She closed her eyes when she saw his face nearing closer to her. Then she felt his lips touching the tip of her nose and a little later his lips went down her lips like a lion devouring his meat.

He paused and whispered in her ear. "This is the thing I wanted to give you before you leave. Remember me and I will live in your heart forever."

She still remembers every second that happened to her earlier in her dream. She thought she couldn't bring the thing into the real world but when she comes to think of it.

It was like it happened in reality that it can't erase in her memory even though she had to wake up from the strangest dream she had.

She went back to the couch that she rested her body on when she went home from school. She gave herself another thought. That dream was absurd.

It wasn't a thing from her past. It was her own creation. Her mind is crazy over a man in her dream. This is not normal. She knows it because she's studying human psychological behavior and this is not right.

She's still needing a lot of therapy to progress from her childhood trauma. The trauma that she created when she dreamed of the boy in the past. She continued dreaming the same weird dream. But now, it was unbelievable that she also had the face of the man like the boy she dreamed of.

In normal cases of a dream, when a normal individual dreams a person or character, a normal individual usually has seen or had known the character's existence in reality.

But with her dream, she doesn't even know the owner of the face she had been dreaming of. Reflecting her thoughts, she came up with a solution. She has to find the owner of the face of the man in her dream.

"This sketch was like a picture of him. You really are an expert in this job. Thank you very much, Mister. How much is this?"

"Twenty-five dollars are not much. Is he your boyfriend? You should take a picture of him next time so that you'll no longer have to pay dollars for it."

"He is my dream guy, actually. I will search for him in this world." She doesn't care whatever the sketcher would think of her. She just answered him truthfully and paid him.

She will start searching with this picture sketch of him. Thank goodness, the sketcher drew his face perfectly. He earned her respect for doing his job well.

She took a picture of the sketch and sent it to Jean with a caption that says, "I already have a picture of him. Can you help me find him?" A minute later, she called her number.

"How did you? I mean, are you serious? Are you sure there is a guy like him in this world? He looks, perfect! I just couldn't imagine that you can create a man like him in your dream."

My best friend always sounds like she's always needing mental therapy, which means she always thinks of her as a crazy woman.

"Just because I am unique. I believe sometimes, the mind is so powerful to create unusual things. So, would you rather help me find him?"

Jean has been quiet for a minute. She is mulling over her situation. She thought so.

"Jean! Are you there?" She called her attention as she was driving her car while talking to her on the phone.

"Yes, I'm just thinking of a solution to your case. But I think I need more time to figure it out. For now, let's find him if you really believe that he exists."

She arrived home, bringing the portrait of the strange man in her dream. She looks at it again.

Jean is right. His facial features are so perfect. And his body has a shape like an epitome of a god of beauty and sexiness.

She is thinking twice now if this man really exists in this world. But she remembers his kiss again. It was like he wants her to find him in reality.

"Ugh, I'm so crazy!" she groaned without knowing that her mom was entering her room because she forgot to close it.

"Are you fine, sweetheart? Who is he? Anyway, you have a mysterious mail again."

"Huh?" Her face looks like questioning and remembering the strange letter from before. She ignored her thoughts and just received the mail from her mom.

"This is just a picture sketch I've got from a friend, mom." She doesn't know if her mother would believe her, but she had to give her a reason to not ask any more questions about what's happening to her.

"Okay, sweetheart, if you say so. Your dad and I are flying to Thailand tomorrow. He has a business meeting and I will meet a long-time friend there."

Well, there's nothing new. They are always busy and always leaving the house empty like no family is living here.

"Okay, Mom. Take care." She just replied to her and did not ask any more questions. Their setup is always like this. Maybe that's why she created a friend from her dream when she was young. They always leave her alone in this enormous house.

She gets back on thinking about the next step on how to find the owner of the face in the sketch. But she remembers suddenly the mysterious mail that her mom gave her.

She opened it and found a single petal of rose inside a greeting card. The greeting card only had few words. It was like a quotation or an excerpt of lines from such a poem.

She doesn't understand the real meaning but based on her own understanding; it is about an affection coming from a person who is in love. And this letter came from Mr. Smith again.