Charlie is walking down a staircase, it was an evening. All he could hear is the ticking of a Grand Father's clock. It was almost pitch dark. Thanks to the moon's light, it gave the room a recognizable spatial sense. His footsteps can't be heard, though the floor was made of wood. He sees books everywhere, old scrolls, hardwood chairs and a metal-top table. He doesn't recognize the place though he always meant to go there and beyond. He picked up a book and dusted it off. It's a history book of old England. He placed it back where it was and looked outside the window.
There was a white horse pulling a carriage, and it came to a stop. A man stepped out of the carriage, in tuxedo. Then a woman in a beige ball gown almost followed him with a kiss but he held her back to the carriage. Charlie saw him shut the door close and gestured the man in-front of the carriage to go. The white horse shrieked and went off.
Then someone walk behind him. Charlie was startled and turned his head in fear to see who it is. A woman is in front of him holding an unlighted lamp. She was directly looking at him, the woman was showing emotions of demise and hurt. Charlie is puzzled. Charlie stepped aside as the woman looks through the glass pane.
Charlie is somewhat invisible. But he could lift a book, hear things apart from seeing things.
Then the woman placed the lamp on top of the table and quickly ran through the arch of the room to the main door. The door opened by itself and the man in tuxedo went in. The woman immediately hugged him and gave him a passionate kiss. The man gave in but suddenly released the lip-lock and said, "I'm tired, I want to retire for the day." The woman nodded and took of his coat and hang it. The man took the stairs swiftly, the lamps upstairs was turned on. Then Charlie saw the woman in faint light, at the bottom of the stairs, scorned. She was almost crying as she slumped down at the staircase's first step but quickly composed herself. She walked back to the room as she wiped one drop of tear on her cheek. The woman went for the lamp then suddenly she stopped and looked over where Charlie is stapled. He moved a bit and accidentally knocked a bottle and a quill off the table. The woman threw the lamp at him.
Charlie opened his eyes and saw that someone has been buzzing him through Skype. He was in front of his desktop PC, doing stuff. It was his friend, Anya, saying, "Damn, you went into a daydream again Charlie! You could have at least warned me! LOL."
Charlie apologized. Anya. Annaliza Tan or just Anya, was his classmate back in high-school and she's the only one that gets him. She's is a self professed weirdo. She never went to college, she took over her brothers' dress boutique and created a punk rock line which she was dreaming of. She's now in Canada for some fashion schooling.
Charlie was a loner and Anya was an anti-social back then so they are so good together. They barely even speak to each other during or even after classes, even in break times but they are always together. Kind of inseparable but not as jolly friends. One thing they both like is the arts. They would go to art exhibits, open photo shoots, writing classes and the black arts event even after high school. Their relationship matured when Anya started working for her brother. Back then their friendship is purely 'we are kind of the same so we should stick together', but now it's about their lives.
Secrets are shared and kept, but he omitted to share a disturbing fact the night he woke up in the hospital.
"So how far have you gone now?" Asked Anya. Charlie has been having daydreams since he was small and his daydreams are comprised of him looking at a staircase trying to go down.
Charlie replied, "This is the farthest and I think something is very wrong. You know and I know that there are weird things that has happened and is happening right now plus this. I went down the stairs."
"What, like you're on the floor? Like you're feet are on it?" She shooted.
"Like yeah, and moreover I saw people, and I think someone saw me." Added Charlie.
Anya, in excitement, said, "Tell me exactly what happened!"
Charlie enlightened Anya.
"The accident really did something to you, I mean you are weird and all but things got weirder, you go in a daydream more often now. In a sense I think this is something beyond us." Anya said is such fear and amazement.
He glanced at the calendar, it says November 2010, that is four months after the accident and more than a month from waking up.
"You know Anya, I'm afraid. I can't help myself getting into a trance. It's like I'm seduced, and when I'm in it It seems so real. And yeah, I believe this is beyond me and I want to discover this and understand this!" He stressed.
"Another question is why the same place and probably the same hour of the night? It is definitely saying something. And who are they, do you recognize them?" She scrutinized.
"I don't, back then I don't care what this daydreams meant, but now after all that has happened and the moment that I saw the woman's scorned face I knew I had to do something, maybe not to help, but to know and dig for something. Anya, I don't even know if it's real, It's a freaking dream!" Scoffed Charlie.
"Try lingering, try controlling it Charlie. Have power over it!" She persuaded.
Charlie thought of what Anya has said. He is afraid, he also told this to his sister but not to their mother. Maybe this'll tell him exactly what happened that night in the hospital. Maybe he'll understand why he's having these constant daydreams. He even thought he's got a brain problem or something but he knows he's completely sane. Charlie can't just let this pass and try living his life the way it was before until now because he knows it won't stop. He knows its telling him something and he knows something has changed, within him.
'Have power over it', that's what his friend said. Power, over something? If we are talking about power it is one of the things that Charlie isn't cultivating. But now he is directing his thoughts into pulling his innate power over things that seems to be unreal.
With that, could it be that Charlie possesses something that may count as a viable power in this world?
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