Chapter 2: Kirk

Kirk didn’t sleep much last night. He was nervous and excited for his sister’s arrival. On top of that he had strange dreams. A rather lewd one about Mrs. James, his literature tutor that he woke up in the middle of; and one that was recurring. He dreamt of his birth. It was increasingly strange because rarely does a child remember its birth. In this dream he would always remember the feeling of being smacked to start his lungs. His eyes would open and he would examine his surroundings. The bright fluorescent lighting of the hospital room. The chattering of the doctors and nurses. He would be wrapped in a blanket and would anticipate seeing his mother’s face for the first time. Suddenly everything would go grey. Like static from a TV. This time was different. On this night it was different. He was in a golden room. Instead of fluorescent light, he is squinting his eyes in dim torchlight. He was wrapped in a blanket and handed to a beautiful woman. Kirk looked back into her face. It was familiar. She had a face that was hard to forget. He wasn’t smacked so that his lungs would start. It was calm and quiet. It was…perfect. His mother opened her mouth and spoke. “Stay on your guard.” He voice was even, but lilting. Like many voices talking at once. Her mouth closed and Kirk’s eyes shot open.

                He analyzed everything about the dream. Needless to say he was confused. He sat up in his bed. It was still dark out by the sun was just peeking out over the horizon. He got out of bed and began his morning routine. He put on his regular attire of a button-up collared shirt, khaki pants, and a light blue argyle sweater vest. He had a meeting with a student leader at a nearby university. He couldn’t stand to have his mind preoccupied. Kirk wanted more than anything to go to school in the states, but his father had a different plan. Kirk rarely disobeyed his father. Attending this school was his father’s plan. He had met the dean during a yearlong trip to America. They became very close friends. Dean Pinker had told Kirk’s father that he was guaranteed a spot at the school. Kirk’s father told Kirk that he was going to go there and Kirk agreed to it. The only rebellion Kirk has is his shoes. A pair of Liverpool FC sneakers. Kirk wore them with everything. He laced them up and headed downstairs for breakfast. Kensi, the maid, must have slept in so breakfast was up to him. He made a pot of tea and poured a large bowl of cheerios and plopped down in a chair in the den. He opened up the closest book and started reading. It was one of his father’s. It was about the history of parliament and the pros and cons of the system. Kirk read until he finished his cereal then put the book back and stood up. He washed out his bowl and went out to the garage. He got into the silver Rolls-Royce and pulled out the driveway. He started toward the college, but couldn’t keep his mind off of his dream.