furnishings. Back to normal. She sighed with relief. It was only a dream. Jordan muttered to herself, “I don’t know what you ate last night, Lewis, but whatever it was, you’d better avoid it like the plague from now on. It gives you nightmares.”
As Jordan approached the kitchen door, it swung inward. A feeling of déjà vu washed over her. She half expected Maggie’s mother to appear. Instead, Kale’s familiar face poked out.
“Ah, there you are. I was just about to yell at you again. I hope you’re hungry.”
Jordan grinned. “Good morning to you, too, and yes, I’m famished.”
“Good. Blueberry muffins and fresh coffee await, my lady.”
Jordan laughed. “Lead on, fair knight, or risk skid marks on your face.”
Kale chuckled and held the door open for Jordan. He followed her into the kitchen and grabbed a sanitary wipe to clean the dust from the table. “I’ll be glad when this room is finished. It’s kind of tough to produce an edible meal in the middle of all this mess.”
Jordan looked around and readily agreed. She looked at the floor, stripped clean of the old faded tile. “I knew I stripped this floor yesterday.”
Kale frowned. “Are you all right?”
“Huh? I’m sorry. What did you say?”
“I asked if you were all right. You seem a little preoccupied this morning.”
Jordan moved her chair closer to the table and grasped her coffee cup. She sat and stared into the dark liquid. “I’m fine. I had a really strange dream last night. Kind of creeped me out.”
Kale sipped his coffee. “A dream, huh? Want to talk about it?”
Jordan shrugged. “It was nothing, really. You’re just going to say it’s a bunch of mumbo jumbo.”
He touched her hand. “If it creeped you out, it wasn’t nothing. And for the record, I happen to believe dreams have meaning.”
“Really? I’ve always thought dreams were your subconscious thoughts brought to life, so to speak. You know, your hidden thoughts, fears, and dreams.”
Kale nodded. “I can see where that would make sense. You must have some pretty scary thoughts if this particular dream made you so uncomfortable.”
Jordan frowned. “I’m not really sure how it made me feel. It wasn’t creepy in a scary kind of way, it was just... I don’t know. In every dream I’ve had since I broke my back sixteen years ago, I have never been in my chair. I’m totally intact and totally unharmed, walking around like the accident never happened. Every dream, that is, until the one I had last night.”
“You were in your chair in the dream?”
“Yeah. It was way too real. It didn’t feel like a dream.”
“Well,” Kale said, “I’ve got to get to work. Promise me you’ll tell me about it tonight?”
Jordan nodded. There was a knock at the kitchen door.
Kale rose to his feet. “That would be Tom,” he said.
“Good morning, Mr. Simmons.”
Kale placed his hand on Tom’s shoulder. “Please, call me Kale. My dad is Mr. Simmons. Help yourself to some coffee and muffins. I’m off to work.”
Kale grabbed his briefcase, took another muffin, and bid them both a good day. Seconds later, he was gone.
Jordan moved her chair to the cupboard and poured a cup of coffee for Tom.
“Okay, Tom, fill me in on the plans for today.”
* * *
Kale noticed the new ceiling as soon as he stepped in the door. “Wow, that looks great!”
“Kale, is that you?” Jordan called.
Kale made his way into the living room where Jordan was curled up on the couch, reading Maggie’s diaries. He dropped his briefcase on a nearby chair, kissed Jordan on the cheek, and said, “Hey, you. How was your day?”
Jordan smiled and patted the sofa beside her. “We got a lot done today. The kitchen ceiling was first, but since the cabinets won’t be here for another week, we put up a new ceiling and walls in my room. My room is a wreck right now—the bed is in the middle of the floor—but Tom thinks it will only take a few more days to finish the floor
As Jordan approached the kitchen door, it swung inward. A feeling of déjà vu washed over her. She half expected Maggie’s mother to appear. Instead, Kale’s familiar face poked out.
“Ah, there you are. I was just about to yell at you again. I hope you’re hungry.”
Jordan grinned. “Good morning to you, too, and yes, I’m famished.”
“Good. Blueberry muffins and fresh coffee await, my lady.”
Jordan laughed. “Lead on, fair knight, or risk skid marks on your face.”
Kale chuckled and held the door open for Jordan. He followed her into the kitchen and grabbed a sanitary wipe to clean the dust from the table. “I’ll be glad when this room is finished. It’s kind of tough to produce an edible meal in the middle of all this mess.”
Jordan looked around and readily agreed. She looked at the floor, stripped clean of the old faded tile. “I knew I stripped this floor yesterday.”
Kale frowned. “Are you all right?”
“Huh? I’m sorry. What did you say?”
“I asked if you were all right. You seem a little preoccupied this morning.”
Jordan moved her chair closer to the table and grasped her coffee cup. She sat and stared into the dark liquid. “I’m fine. I had a really strange dream last night. Kind of creeped me out.”
Kale sipped his coffee. “A dream, huh? Want to talk about it?”
Jordan shrugged. “It was nothing, really. You’re just going to say it’s a bunch of mumbo jumbo.”
He touched her hand. “If it creeped you out, it wasn’t nothing. And for the record, I happen to believe dreams have meaning.”
“Really? I’ve always thought dreams were your subconscious thoughts brought to life, so to speak. You know, your hidden thoughts, fears, and dreams.”
Kale nodded. “I can see where that would make sense. You must have some pretty scary thoughts if this particular dream made you so uncomfortable.”
Jordan frowned. “I’m not really sure how it made me feel. It wasn’t creepy in a scary kind of way, it was just... I don’t know. In every dream I’ve had since I broke my back sixteen years ago, I have never been in my chair. I’m totally intact and totally unharmed, walking around like the accident never happened. Every dream, that is, until the one I had last night.”
“You were in your chair in the dream?”
“Yeah. It was way too real. It didn’t feel like a dream.”
“Well,” Kale said, “I’ve got to get to work. Promise me you’ll tell me about it tonight?”
Jordan nodded. There was a knock at the kitchen door.
Kale rose to his feet. “That would be Tom,” he said.
“Good morning, Mr. Simmons.”
Kale placed his hand on Tom’s shoulder. “Please, call me Kale. My dad is Mr. Simmons. Help yourself to some coffee and muffins. I’m off to work.”
Kale grabbed his briefcase, took another muffin, and bid them both a good day. Seconds later, he was gone.
Jordan moved her chair to the cupboard and poured a cup of coffee for Tom.
“Okay, Tom, fill me in on the plans for today.”
* * *
Kale noticed the new ceiling as soon as he stepped in the door. “Wow, that looks great!”
“Kale, is that you?” Jordan called.
Kale made his way into the living room where Jordan was curled up on the couch, reading Maggie’s diaries. He dropped his briefcase on a nearby chair, kissed Jordan on the cheek, and said, “Hey, you. How was your day?”
Jordan smiled and patted the sofa beside her. “We got a lot done today. The kitchen ceiling was first, but since the cabinets won’t be here for another week, we put up a new ceiling and walls in my room. My room is a wreck right now—the bed is in the middle of the floor—but Tom thinks it will only take a few more days to finish the floor
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