WAY Out of place

My eyes eased open, letting in the dim light. "Well, at least I'm not being blinded." I groaned as I rubbed the sleep from my eyes. I looked around myself to see that I was sitting in some kind of office chair, it was at least comfortable. In front of me was a large desk with it's fair share of random guff. A cup with a few pens in it, a stapler, a letter opener. The sorts of things you'd expect, all to the left side. But there was definitely a few things that you normally wouldn't. Or at least, one of which you wouldn't.

Across the right side of the desk was a few scattered pieces to...some kind of pistol. A spring, a magazine, a slide, the body, the grip, all of it just disassembled and left there. But there was something I hadn't expected. In the far back corner was a small framed picture. In it was a large man with short chestnut hair and a short trimmed beard, along with a much thin young woman who was chest height to the man. Her hair was long and a dark navy color, with pink and purple highlights striping through the length of it. The man was wearing navy colored military fatigues and was standing at attention with his arm raised in a salute. The woman hugged onto him, the pair smiling toward the camera.

The man and woman in the picture was me and Twilight. The fact that I'd never remembered the picture was something I'd been getting used to. Just another one of those things that was all part of the dreams. Then something else caught me. In the center was a thin manilla folder with a few paper visible inside it. My curiosity got to me. I grabbed the folder from the desk and opened it, beginning read it's contents.

Inside was a small picture of my head-shot paper clipped in the corner. To the right of it was a listing. Name; Mink, James D. Date of birth: May twelfth, Nineteen-eighty-seven. Height: Six-foot-six. Weight: One-hundred-and-ninety pounds. Nationality: Scottish. The list went on about me. I could hardly read the lot of it though, being that the only light was what made it through the blinds of the window. The lights had been turned off, like someone was expecting me to have been sleeping in here.

What else was weird was that I was wearing jeans, a t-shirt, and a pair of black and white Etnies. Not exactly business casual, and I was pretty certain it was only Wednesday, judging from the last time I'd looked at a calender. Things really weren't making much sense, but since when did they ever? I decided to take things cautiously. I grabbed pieces to the pistol, putting back together.

After only about a minute I was pulling the slide into place finishing it. The pistol was a sleek and smooth gunmetal grey with back grips and iron sights. From what I could figure out, it was a Beretta pistol. The M9 if I was correct. Though since it had an under-barrel pictany rail, It was likely the A1 variant. It was upgraded too, sporting a compensator that extended the barrel and small white dots of tritium on the sight posts. Whoever owned this pistol took pretty nice care of it.

I decided to do a little rifling, opening one of the drawers. Inside was exactly what I was looking for. A box of nine-millimeter pistol ammo. I opened the box and took bullets from it, one-by-one pressing them into the magazine with low clicks, nipping at my thumb every time the round snapped into place. I was cut short as the handle to the door clacked. My attention snapped to it as it swung open, for a thin, young woman to enter, turning the lights back on. She was wearing a dark grey sweater and a purple skirt, a happy smile across her face. Her skin was light and her hair was a long, dark navy with pink and purple highlights striping through it.

She looked just like the woman with me in the picture. "Morning sleepyhead." Twilight greeted me. In both of her hands were mugs, thin white steam rising from them. She walked through the few feet from the door to the desk in the small office, setting them down on the desk in front of us. "Well, it's about two in the afternoon, but you get what I mean." She said as she smiled lightheartedly. "I know it's a little hard getting used to the different time zones over hear. I, umm, brought tea."

"Uhh, thanks, Twi. Mind filling me in on just what's going on?"

"Well you're in my office." She said taking a seat in my lap. "Nothing too significant. Oh, I see you put it back together for me." I followed her view back to the pistol I'd set down on the desk, the magazine was still in my hand. She picked it up and took the magazine from my hand, sliding it in and pulling back the slide with a load clack, letting it jump back forward with even greater force and chamber the round. It surprised me that she both knew how to do that and had the strength.

"I guess she's not as frail as I assume."

"You know, I half expected you to send over a book or maybe some pictures from everywhere you visited." She flipped the safety and set it back down on the desk. "But when I got a package in the mail and a letter with that from you, I was a little surprised to get that. I still love it though. Do you still have those pictures I e-mailed you as a thank you?"

"I, uh, I don't really know." I said finding this ever more strange.

"Well, a picture is never as good as the real thing." She finally noticed the folder and that it was wide open. "Doing a little light reading?" She asked with another lighthearted smile.

"I guess so." I was still very much confused at just what she was talking about. What kind of pictures would she even be talking about?

"Everyone's been waiting for you, err, us now. Think we should go?" She asked. Her hand pressed up against my chest and she rested her head on my shoulder. "Or do you want to stay here for a while?"

It'd felt like forever since I'd felt so at peace. It was only a few days ago that we were still humans, and I missed that time so. I never imagined I'd miss it so much. I moved my arm around her, holding onto her. I lifted the up the other and moved her up from my shoulder. My hand gently supported the side of her face as I stared into her eyes. Her hand held onto mine as she smiled happily and looked into mine.

I didn't smile or make some sort of sign that I was happy. I wasn't, because I knew this wasn't real. I knew it was all far from real and hated that. I wanted it to be real so badly it hurt. I felt almost empty, the only solace I had was the knowledge that at least she was really beside me. The moment somehow felt right, but my gut made me feel otherwise. Fuck my gut, if this was my dream then I wanted to try to enjoy it.

She leaned close and our foreheads pressed together. Her eyes were closed and she still smiled, probably believing I was somehow smiling on the inside. I wished it were true. I wished this was over and I could really be there with her. I wished a moment like this would come and last forever. But they never do.