CHAPTER ONE

I'm standing in the middle of the massive grassland, lost into its view. The wild sun is shining gently, and I can feel the soothing, country breeze flipping my hair swiftly. The feeling is no longer foreign, I've been here before. It's the same place, and he will soon show up; the one with sensual hands, engulfing scent, the only one who constantly makes my heart beat fast, and my curiosity go wild, and my eyes go blind. I wander my gaze into the horizon, taking in every detail of the enchanting, crystal-blue sky, married to the waltzing silver clouds, and that's when I feel his presence behind me; so electrifying, utterly beguiling.

He hugs me tightly, making me melt completely to his touch, my body yielding to his grasp. I close my eyes to indulge the moment, the very same salacious moment, as he whispers in my ears, something I scarcely hear. I try to turn around, to finally have a glimpse of his beautiful face, the one that I've marveled over a million times in my heart, but it doesn't happen. He's always so near, yet so far away. Once again, I fail to see him.

Getting up immediately from my sleep, I run a hand messily through my hair. I'm panting like an injured bull, and I realize that I'm still in bed. So then, it was a dream; the same one I've been having frequently this year.

"I need to get myself a boyfriend," I mutter, turning on the bedside lamp.

Having a proper sleep has been quite a challenge for me. I've lost count of how many nights I've stayed awake, mainly because of a certain nightmare, and this tantalizing dream. I'm an insomniac, and I don't know what else to do about it after trying everything I could possibly do.

Well, maybe I shall heal in time.

A heavy sigh escapes my lungs, marveling the long night awaits. I know I won't easily get asleep right now, I usually don't, and it's only two a.m. Damn my life! I take a deep yawn while grabbing the bottle of water from the nightstand and gulp a bit.

"Ah, that's better," I breathe, my throat refreshed.

Fully aware of the resentment I have towards sweating, the summer has decided to grant me a vengeful visit. I quickly get up and turn on the fan, which allows my body to cool off gradually. The L.A heat is no joke this year.

Well, it's always like this, but then I'd say the same thing next year.

Not knowing what to do in the middle of the night, I grab this adventurous novel, The journey to the Centre of the Earth, and try to make my brain tired so as to finally force my body to do the same.

At last, I don't remember when I closed my eyes, until I wake up in the morning wishing it were Sunday. Well, one can only wish sometimes. It's already seven-thirty as I move hurriedly around my room.

I finish tying my natural curls into a simple up-do and slip into a pair of cream pumps. Done with that, I zip up, with much difficulty, the black wrap dress I'm wearing. I quickly run outside and slip in my Old-Benny, just to learn that it's acting up, again.

"Fuck! Why can't you start?" I grunt, wrestling with the engine that's grunting twice as much for almost five minutes. Shit, I'm going to be late. I sigh heavily, leaning on the headrest. "A taxi it is." I grab my handbag and exit the car in a rash.

After hassling with the traffic and all, I manage to hit my workplace, about an hour later. I guess it's one of those terrible mornings that you may wonder how the rest of the day will be. First a haunted night, and then an awful morning.

Good morning, Hollywood.

"Here goes nothing," I breathe, enjoying the free air of this gigantic campus that's already buzzed with people walking in and about.

"Morning, Kira. I'm glad you're early." Dana, our office assistant, regards me as soon as I arrive in the office.

She is dark-skinned, short, slim, and talks like a broken record, but rather very efficient.

"Hey, everything okay?" I reply while putting my belongings atop of my desk, ready to receive the bomb she's about to drop. I know it's a bomb.

I glance up at her, and she looks in quite a frenzy; her short hair all ruffled from a constant scratching, I suppose, for it's what she normally does when things get tough in the office, and fingers are busy scrolling her tablet. God, help me!

"You're supervising the morning exams today, so you better get ready, dear," she urges, and here the bomb explodes. "Only ten minutes left," she adds.

"What? But that's crazy! How come no one told me?" I lament, my voice utterly begrudging; even though it's nothing new.

Dana gives me a hopeless look, fluttering her long lashes. "Because they just announced the changes some minutes ago. Sorry, sweetie." Upon my sullen pout, she graces me an apologetic smile, ready to find her next victim.

Just great! I sigh deeply.

I work as a teaching assistant at the University of California Los Angeles, UCLA. The job I never dreamed of, but it founded me either way. I got a direct recruitment as soon as I graduated here two years ago. Now I've learned to love and enjoy it. Who knows? Maybe it's my call.

I head straight to the auditorium, where the freshmen are already seated. Eyeing them for a while, I end up smiling at the few faces looking so anxious as though approaching the judgment day.

Well, who likes exams?

A bit later, as the students are poking their noses on the papers, my cellphone buzzes. I get a few looks that force me to walk out immediately not to disturb them. It's Samantha, my one and only crazy friend that would never let me live in boredom.

We're like SpongeBob and Patrick.

"Hey, Sam, don't you know it's business hours now?" I snap, half-shutting the door behind me.

"I know, but chill out," Sam quips, her voice full of ecstasy as though she's landed herself a new Mr. Gatsby.

"What is it?" I urge, fully aware that I'm breaking the rule and I may get in trouble in things go west.

"You're taking a leave this time, right?" she asks in her sassy voice.

"Yes, and?"

I can't believe this!

"Okay, listen," she says excitedly. "You and I, are going on a vacation next week," she informs me, and I only frown, wondering what she's talking about now. Damn, I need to get back! "Hey, Kira, don't start playing dead now. I said we are going on a vacation, are you listening?"

"I heard you," I reply absently, my eyes at the classroom through the door. "Sam, I'm supervising the exam right now. How about I call you later, please?"

"Fine," she grunts. "And you better call me, huh?"

"Okay, later." I hang up quickly, and get myself back to work with a smile.

I'm sure she is sulking right now. She really hates when I ditch her, but I've got bills to pay. Plus, I can't risk getting caught on the phone while on duty. And given how chattering Samantha is, she can talk all morning if possible.