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Monday came to fast; I had spent the rest of Sunday finishing up a paper I had due and by the time I had finished it was 10 o’clock. Sunday nights dream had been pretty much the same as Saturday nights only this time I was on the edge of a lake looking out over the water, I was wearing the same thing, my hair the same way, and as always the same mysterious voice. I had figured that the voice did belong to a male I never saw him but I felt him. I felt his hands on my hips pulling me closer to him. He whispered the same thing then I opened my eyes to my dull apartment room. The funny thing though is that I woke just 1 minute before my actual alarm went off. I love having a roommate who doesn’t have the same classes as me; we are never rushing to share the bathroom. So I took my sweet ass time take a shower; I let the hot water relax me. No matter how often I had these dreams I still woke up shaken. I walked to my first class wearing nothing more than a pair of jeans, a black T-shirt, and sneakers. I had my hair up in a curly ponytail and my bangs out curving around my face.

“You look great” Chris said as he walked next to me. I hadn’t even noticed him come up next to me; I had been so caught up in my thoughts. Chris was one of the first people ever to talk to me when I came to Columbia University.

“Thanks Chris, but I have a hard time believing you” I chuckled. Chris and I had met at orientation; we had probably been the youngest there. We both had graduated early and had been accepted early to the University. And here we were 3 years later both in the top 15% of our class and still friends. Of course we had gone through that weird faze where we had tried to date but it just didn’t really work. We had gone on a date and had a great time but when it came time to kiss at the end there was just no spark or whatever you want to call it. He didn’t feel anything either but had had a good time up until that point. We tried a second date and had a blast until the end when we were supposed to kiss again, we didn’t but we did go on a 3^rd date and a 4^th. Nothing ever romantic ever happened and we were both cool with it. So even now we still when we go out together we call them dates. Of course this makes it sometimes hard for me to get actual dates with other guys.

“So we still on for tonight?” he asked opening the door for me.

“It’s a date” I smiled and walked through “so what did you have in mind?”

“Well we could go one of two ways tonight” he started “we could do what we always do, stay in rent a movie call for some pizza, or we could go to Greg Hall’s party.” He smiled hopefully obviously wanting to go to the party. I sighed and rolled my eyes.

“You don’t even like Greg!” I whined. I don’t even like Greg! Greg was like the high school bully only we were in college now. He was the biggest man whore I think I had ever met. The first time I was introduced he made it known that he had had 21 sex partners. He was one of those obviously good looking guys who’s ego was as big as the state of Texas, which was where he was from by the way. He of course made his pass at me but I turned him down; he wasn’t used to that. So from that point on he has just been a complete and utter dick to me.

“Well it’s not going to be just Greg there” he said in his defense, and then I understood.

“Ohh” I said finally getting it.

“Ohh nothing there is nothing to be ‘Ohhing’ about”

“Kristen is going to be there isn’t she?” I asked, but he didn’t respond to me as we walked into the classroom. I would have continued to tease him but something in the air caught me off guard. The room was really cold, to the point of shivering; and then there was this feeling like I was being watched.

 I walked up the stadium seating to the 4^th row and took my seat on the end while Chris took his seat next to me.

“Jesus Danni, are you really that cold?” Chris pointed out the goose bumps on my arm. I looked at him astonished.

“And you’re telling me you’re not! It’s freezing in here!” I complained. He pulled off his black zip up sweat shirt and gave it to me.

“It is not” he said adjusting to the room. I looked around at everyone else and it seemed to me that I was the only one that could feel the cold. There was a girl in a mini skirt and tank top sitting 2 rows ahead of me that looked perfectly content.

“Dude you feelin alright?” Chris asked me in a whisper as the lecture began.

“Yeah, just really cold” I told him taking down notes. He rolled his eyes and concentrated back on the professor. Surprising enough I fell asleep, which I never usually do. I fell into my dream world again but this one was different, it was night time, none of the other dreams had taken place at night. But not only was it at night it was in the city; and this was a first. All my other dreams I was in a secluded area but not this one. I was till wearing that stupid white sundress as I stood on top of a building looking down at the street. I could hear the faint sound of cars honking and the rush of the busy street. I was bare foot and standing on the edge, the top of my big toe touching the edge of the building. I knew that I should have been scared to be standing that close to death but all I was feeling was an odd sense of curiosity. Danielle. I heard the voice call but there was some emotion in it this time. It was worried. I was going to turn around knowing that my faceless man would be there but before I could a cold hand wrapped around the back of my neck and whispered in an evil tone Goodnight. I felt the hand push me off what little ledge I was standing on.

“Danielle?” I felt someone shaking me awake. “Danni?” Chris called my name again. I opened my eyes and saw Chris’s face right in front of me.

“Danni are you okay?” he asked backing away a bit now that I was awake. I looked around and saw everyone staring at me.

“What?” I asked rubbing my eyes.

“Are you okay?” he repeated. I took another glance around then nodded my head quickly sitting up straight in my chair.

“If my class is really that hard to stay awake in maybe you should leave, I know that you have had a long night partying, so why don’t you just leave and get some rest.” The professor said in an angry yet sarcastic tone.

“Sorry” I mumbled apologetically. The professor frowned and continued on with his lesson.

“Was I snoring?” I asked Chris.

“Babe you were screaming.”