Awakenings
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Awakenings
By Heather St. Claire
Sydney Hughes rolled over in his bed, glanced at the alarm clock, and saw it
was well past 2 a.m. He muttered an obscenity, got out of bed, and wandered
to the bathroom. Too late to take another sleeping pill? Yes, he decided. He
would have to try to get back to sleep on his own. He was having so much
trouble resting these past couple of days. These strange, vivid dreams kept
filling his head.
A few moments later, Syndey's head plopped down on the pillow, and he drifted
into a troubled sleep. Soon, he was reaching over to turn off the alarm and
begin the day...but it wasn't his day....it was her day! Cyndy Hughes' day!
These dreams were startling in their detail and vividness. In his daily life,
Sydney was an unhappy man. He was alone in the world, having no family, no
girlfriend, no close friends. He had a dead-end job in a convenience store, a
car that was falling apart, and a crummy apartment in the worst section of
town. But he was a man, and had never imagined being anything else.
He wasn't handsome; he wasn't ugly; he was just thoroughly average; about
5'9", sloping shoulders, a very small pot belly; slightly thinning brown
hair, although he was only 23; eyes that were a little too close together; a
nose that was a little too big; a chin that was a little on the weak side.
Not the kind of looks that would send young children screaming in fear, but
not ones that would earn a second glance from an attractive woman, either.
That was why these dreams were so puzzling. In them, he was a woman. In fact,
a spectacularly attractive blonde! She was about his height, but nothing else
seemed to match.
Instead of his thinning hair, she had thick honey blonde hair cascading down
to her shoulders. Instead of his slightly homely face, she had big, beautiful
blue eyes; well-defined cheekbones; a slim nose; and full lips.
Her figure! He looked at it with a combination of surprise and admiration. He
guessed her to be 42D-23- 36...with a pair of slim legs that seemed to go on
forever.
Sydney lived in ratty T-shirts and old jeans. Cyndy had two big closets in
her place, stuffed with stringy, clingy, lacy things. And the apartment!
Instead of a Sydney's hole-in-the-wall, Cyndy lived in a beautiful two-
bedroom condo overlooking the city's riverfront.
The differences didn't stop there. Sydney was just getting by with a job
behind the counter at a convenience store. It was all he has been able to
find after dropping out of high school early in his senior year. But Cyndy
had a business degree from college and was in a management training program
at a local bank.
And while Sydney had dated a bit, but had never had a steady girlfriend in
his life, Cyndy seemed to be madly in love with an assistant manager at the
bank. Sydney was particularly troubled by this aspect of the dreams; he had
always considered himself a resolutely heterosexual male; but in these
dreams, he was making passionate love to this man, Brett Michaels,...and
enjoying it heartily!
Somehow, Sydney managed to drag himself out of bed and make it to the store
in time to prepare for the 5 a.m. opening. The assistant manager who shared
the shift with him, Dan Davis, looked at him and said, "Sid? What's the
matter? You've looked like death warmed over for days now!"
"Uhh...I haven't been sleeping too well, lately, Dan.....uh, sorry."
Dan was genuinely concerned about Sydney. He knew most of the world didn't
see anything special in him, but he appreciated his sense of purpose, his
dedication and reliability. He sensed that what Sydney was telling him was
true, and he was relieved that he hadn't suddenly started becoming a partyer.
"So what's the problem, Sid? Just can't get to sleep?"
"No, I go to sleep O-K...It's just that I have these weird, weird nightmares
and keep waking up."
"What kind of nightmares?"
"Jeez, Dan, I'd really rather not talk about it, OK?"
"OK," Dan said, as he unlocked the doors to admit the day's first customer.
-----
Cyndy Hughes walked into the front door of the bank, and flopped down at her
desk. She was a vision of loveliness in a light blue silk suit, dark blue
silk blouse, flesh colored hose, and white pumps. She wore just a bit of
tasteful gold jewelry, and her makeup, as always, was impeccable.
Her best friend at the next desk, Danielle Davis, said "What's the matter
with you, Cyn?"
Cyndy Hughes reached for a cup of coffee. "Not sleeping too well," she said
with a sigh, "I'm having these creepy nightmares!"
"What about?" Danielle asked.
"Well," Cyndy said, lowering her voice. "Please don't tell anyone...it's just
so weird...but in these dreams, I'm a guy...and what's worse, I'm nobody
special at all, just a homely nerd who works in a convenience store."
"Gee that's odd," Danielle said with a shake of her head. "I don't know what
to make of that."
"Neither do I," said Cyndy, taking a long drink of coffee.
"Did you like it at all?" Danielle asked.
"God, no!" Cyndy exclaimed. "If I was a guy, at very least, I'd like to be a
stud!" Both women laughed.
-------
The morning commuter rush had finally died down; it was a little after 9 when
Sidney Hughes actually fell asleep on his feet, dropping the empty coffee pot
he held in his hands. As the glass shattered with a loud crash, both Sidney
and Dan exclaimed "What the hell?"
As an embarrassed Sidney bent over to sweep up the glass shards, Dan
demanded, "Okay, Sid, out with it. I want to know what's been disturbing your
sleep so badly."
Sidney mumbled something Dan couldn't understand. "What was that?" Dan
demanded. "Speak up, man!"
Just as the door swung open, and a busty redhead in a mini-skirt swept into
the store, Sydney exclaimed in a loud voice, "I said I dreamed that I was a
woman! And what's more, a rich, beautiful one, who makes hot love to her stud
boyfriend!"
Sidney looked up, embarrassed; the customer had stopped dead in her tracks.
Dan sheepishly said, "Can we help you miss?" The woman tossed a handful of
crumpled dollars on the counter and said, "Pack of Winstons, please." She
took her cigarettes and quickly hurried out of the store.
"You're right man," Dan said. "That's just too weird to talk about."
-------
The problems continued for Cyndy and Sidney for the next several days.
One morning, Dan suggest that Sidney see a doctor. "Oh, man, you know I can't
afford that. I've been taking these over the counter sleeping pills!"
"Yeah, and they're not doing you a damn bit of good, are they? If you don't
get a decent night's sleep soon, man, it's going to kill you!"
Danielle urged her weary friend to see a doctor. "If you don't get a decent
night's sleep soon, girl, it's going to kill you!"
Cyndy rubbed her tired eyes, slightly smearing her eyeshadow. "I suppose
you're right she said," and reached for the phone. A couple of minutes later,
she hung up, turned to Danielle, and said, "My doctor had a cancellation; he
can see me right after lunch."
"Great!" she said, smiling. "I'm sure he'll have the answer."
-------
That evening, Sydney took his over the counter sleeping pill and settled in
for what he knew would be another troubled night....
Cindy took her prescription ("Is it a sleeping pill?" The doctor replied,
"Not exactly. Just something guaranteed to make bad dreams go away!"),
settled onto her satin sheets, and quickly feel into a deep, deep sleep....
-------
The next morning, Cindy Hughes popped out of her BMW and went striding into
the bank. "Hey, girl, it's a beautiful day, isn't it!" she called to
Danielle.
"What happened to you?"
"I slept wonderfully last night, that's all."
"What did the doctor give you, magic pills?"
"Not magic, just something to chase the bad thoughts away.....I'm sure that
I'll never dream about being a guy again." With that, she reached for the
phone, and dialed Brett's office extension number...she wanted to catch him
on the way to work, and find out what she should make for dinner that night.
He was coming over for wine, conversation, a good meal...and then things
would just evolve from there.
Without any unpleasant nightmares.
The End
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