A dream about Mr. handsome

A man dressed in a blue and black uniform stood at the widely opened gate; Caitlyn guessed the man was his gatekeeper. Immediately the gate opened, he ignited his car's engine and moved his car with such force that Caitlyn fell to the floor, again.

“I'm sorry, sir! I'm so sorry,” she watched his gatekeeper apologise while bowing. He ignored the man and simply drove in. Caitlyn rushed over to the gatekeeper. “Can you let me in, please?” she pleaded shamelessly with a smile.

As he opened his mouth to give her a reply, his boss shouted, "If she steps a foot into this compound, consider yourself jobless, Mr Dalton.”

She shifted her gaze to him. 'Why's he so cold?' She wondered. A hand gripped her left arm firmly. “What are you doing?” she asked the gatekeeper who had gripped her arm, wide eyed.

He gave her no reply. Instead, he began pulling her away. Caitlyn struggled to free her arm, all to no avail. As soon as they were a little distance away from the gate, he stopped and released his grip on her arm. He gave a degrading stare to her before walking away.

She followed him with her eyes till he locked the gate. She was suddenly boiling with rage. “What in heaven's name just happened?” she mouthed to herself in disbelief and confusion.

She felt pain in the arm he had held, so she used her other hand to massage it slowly. She took one long look at the building before walking away.

Caitlyn arrived home tired and famished. She only had a little portion of the food served during break at work. She locked the door behind her as she walked into her apartment and flung her bag to a corner of the small room she lived in.

She dragged her feet to the only chair in the room and slumped on it, giving a tired sigh afterwards. She was extremely exhausted. She rubbed her forehead with her index finger while her eyes were shut.

The room was partially dark. She disregarded switching on the light when she walked in, and she had no energy to stand up to switch it on.

Caitlyn shifted and laid her head on the arm of the chair. "A short nap would boost my energy a little," She thought and allowed her tired mind slowly drift to sleep. 

“What are you doing here?” Caitlyn asked the man standing before her with a smile. She stuttered as a result of the surprise of her sudden visitor. She was busy with something she couldn't recall when she heard a knock on the door.

She had opened the door to meet a tall, well built man, with his head bowed like an ashamed begger. As she opened her mouth to ask who he was, the man raised his head. Her eyes widened as she gasped and covered her mouth with her palm.

“I'm here to apologize,” the man informed her. He was Martin King, the man she had encountered on her way back from work. Caitlyn's hand left her face and she smiled.

His sweet voice still sent sparks to her heart. She stared at him, feeling so sad that she had thought of him as a cold person. Standing before her, he looked so humble.

“You don't have to apologize. I hold no grudges against you,” she told him, smiling from ear to ear. He returned the smile.

Caitlyn was totally flushed. Dimples appeared at each side of his cheek when he smiled. They added beauty to his already beautiful face. 

Suddenly, he began leaning towards her. His lips pushed a little forward. Caitlyn's heart began to race. 'Is he going to kiss me? Oh, no! Why are things moving so fast?' She unconsciously began leaning towards him, too.

She desired to taste his pink and plump lips so bad. She shut her eyes and waited for the moment their lips would touch, her heart already in her mouth. All of a sudden, she blacked out. 

She was aware of her surrounding now, but she chose to keep her eyelids shut tight. It disappointed her to realize that it was all a dream, but she was hopng it would continue; the reason she refused to open her eyes.

She made an effort to replay the scene from the start, hoping she would fall asleep again and finish what they started. However, her efforts were all futile as sleep vehemently refused to return to her no matter how hard she tried to force it.

Slowly, feeling heartbroken and down, she opened her eyes. She sighed tiredly and focused her gaze on nothing in particular. Slowly, the whole event of that day began to replay in her head.

She felt utterly embarrassed as the part where she ran back to him even after she was rudely handled by him replayed. She frowned and sat upright.

Caitlyn has always been one to communicate her feelings; it was mostly termed being too blunt by those who have encountered her.

However, she sincerely saw no essence keeping one's feelings to oneself. She was a big fan of communication; she strongly believed in the saying, 'communication is key'. Then again, she was worried that she had showed her sincerity a bit over the top.

She inhaled and exhaled as she looked around her room. Her bed was unconsciously divided into two parts; On one part, was a heap of her clothes. Every morning was always a hectic one for her.

Caitlyn's job required her to leave home as early as possible. She wasn't one to pick out outfits for any day, so she simply emptied her wardrobe on her bed. That way, she found it easier to select an outfit for every morning. She repeated it every day until Saturday morning, when she would carefully put them back in where they belong. 

Most nights, she simply let her body fall on them and drift into sleep. At other nights, she would shift them away to create space for her- that only happened on days when she had a reduced workload.

When Caitlyn decided to become a lawyer, she hadn't expected it to be as stressful as this. She enjoyed her job, but she wished it wasn't so stressful.

On the other side of the bed were her dirty clothes. Her laundry was only done during the weekend. So, her dirty clothes were flunged to the part of the bed that wasn't occupied by her neat clothes. She chuckled at her untidy lifestyle.

The tiled floor of the room had lost its color; It was tiled white at the time she rented it, but now, staring at it, she wondered if it had been changed to a brown color. She had only mopped it once; when she came to clean the house before moving in.

She carefully stood up and went to switch on the light. She was glad inside of her heart that it was a Friday. Although, it was some minutes past 8pm, she was determined to make her room sparkling clean. She felt the need to bring back the room she was proud to move into. 

She wondered how she could live in there feeling no discomfort. Perhaps, she was too stressed out from each day's work to care about the discomfort, if there was any.