Chapter 16

In my dreams I was with him. Our hands were intertwined and we were surrounded by fire, sweat dropping down like water from our joined bodies. There was a smile on our face, a lovers smile not minding that we were on fire. In fact we didn't care. The pain was more of bliss the burning sensation orgasmic. Everything was as it should be if all things in the world were right and they were as long as we were together.

I opened my eyes with a smile on my face. The first thing I did was to check my phone like most people did now adays I was guilty of the morning phone obsession syndrome especially now that I wanted to know if Emeka had thought of me the way I did think and even dream of him every night in my sleep. Since he was the first thing I thought about when I woke up I hoped he did think of me too. All I wanted was a morning message from him.

Although there was no message from him there was a missed call. He had called me earlier in the morning probably immediately he woke up, I smiled. He must have dreamt of us too

I smiled more because it meant that he remembered me. That he thought of me just the same I thought about him, and probably did dream of me too. I was happy that I wasn't the only one feeling what I felt. It is a sad, draining feeling to love alone.

I wasn't going to call back. I didn't need to hear his voice per se. I only wanted him to call so I could feel remembered. Class was by 8:00 and I woke up 7:30 so I had little or no time to prepare.  30 minutes to get dressed, organize myself and walk to class was a very short time but I was up to it. It had become a routine.

I had law of tort this morning and the lecturer locks the door immediately after he enters and you dare not come in after he has locked the door or you risk being embarrassed or insulted.

If the worse comes then he may ask for your reg number. And that's one of the worst nightmares of any Nigerian student when a lecturer request for you reg number. It simply meant that you would be marked by the lecturer and probably get to fail and fail out. You may fail only that course once if he is nice or if you are lucky to have someone plead on your behalf. If this two option's are not the case then you get to repeat the course for years in each year you spend in school or just never graduate.

I was the last person to wake up in my room as usual. There was no one in the room when I woke up and honestly I couldn't be more grateful. I rushed to take my bathe, morning food was not one of my forte's especially since I was not an early waker.

My white wasn't ironed this week but the dry cleaner from home ironed it so well you wouldn't notice it was ironed. I hate ironing and only ironed once in a while when I considered myself inspired or my dress to rumpled.

I wore the skirt I wore the previous day. Emeka had said he liked it with a very sexy smile. It was short but not too short,  it was long enough for me to avoid being pulled to court for indecent dressing and short enough for me to look sexy. I pulled it up to my waist to make it shorter when I wanted. He further said he loved short skirts on me. Damn me! if I don't wear them for him.