As I walk, I button up my blue pea coat, while calculating the number of nights I have not slept due to the nightmare. Crap, this is the 5th time in two weeks. I think for a minute, It may be the new semester and the stress of settling in to my coursework and new apartment as well as my part-time job at Benson’s Book Store.. I may not realize it, but the added responsibilities could be taking a toll on me. That is what mom and dad might say to precursor an offer to take some of that stress off my hands by coming back home. I can do this. I have always been headstrong and confident and never backed down from a challenge. I come to an intersection just on the fringe of campus. In my peripheral, I see a dark green jacket and a baseball cap; traditional garb for campus. Feeling the urge to acknowledge the guy, I look over. He is looking at me with these dark, angry eyes with not other expression on his face; devilishly catatonic. Then his face shifts. I feel vertigo, faint. He grabbed my arm and I’m about ready to wail on him when I look at him again. The eyes, they are normal; quite beautiful actually.. Light green and gorgeous to be exact. What the hell just happened?
“Are you alright? You almost fell into oncoming traffic.” He says in a husky voice.
“Uh, yeah. Sorry.” That is all I could think of, really?
He quickly ran across the street ahead of me. I tried to get a look at him again as I caught up to him. He had his head down as the majority of people on campus do, extremely focused on getting from point A to point B. He took a left at the forked path where I needed to take a right to get to Shakespearean Lit. I paused just a bit to watch him walk, to see if something about him shifted; to see if I got that vertigo feeling again. Nothing. The wind was picking up bringing along with it the frigid cold. I headed to class.