Chapter 65: Get em Tiger

Damien I can’t say what exactly possessed me to set my alarm early, but somehow I found myself waking up to it three hours before my usual time. “Good, I must have gone mad,” I said to myself. It was official. I stumbled into my bathroom, taking a quick shower and combing my hair. The dream came back to me. Did I actually dream? I stopped combing my hair mid-action and stared at myself in the mirror. Maybe it was just my mind playing tricks on me, but I was almost sure of it. In my strange dream, there was Charlotte shaking her head and laughing at me. She told me no, despite the bouquet of roses I had brought for her. Did it hurt? You bet it did. But then she also looked so beautiful that I almost wanted to excuse the rejection. Maybe I should have, I thought to myself with a chuckle as I raised the comb back to my head. But it was just a dream. I told myself. The fear of rejection was somehow a little too much for me to handle, to the point where I had started dreaming. If I told