I opened my eyes and jumped. Rob was staring back at me, but he was in full makeup, contacts, and all, as Edward.
“What are you doing? God, you scared the crap out of me!” I said.
“I’m sorry, love,” he said in his Edward accent. “What did I do to scare you?”
“Rob, stop it. You’re freaking me out,” I said.
“Rob?” He looked at me confused.
I sat up and started to say, “Why…,” and I stopped talking. I looked around, and I was not in my room. I was on the Twilight movie set for Bella’s room.
“OK, I said. “Apparently I’m still asleep. But this feels so real. I feel wide-awake. Wow, this is one weird dream.”
“Love, you’re not dreaming,” said Rob or Edward or whoever he was supposed to be in this flipped out Freudian adventure I was having. He reached out to touch my cheek, and I leaned away. The idea of him touching me was just too creepy. He pulled his hand back, and looked hurt.
I stared at him. He didn’t look like Rob in make up. His skin looked like it was that pale. And his eyes didn’t look like he was wearing contacts; they looked like they were golden brown. I couldn’t help myself; I reached out to touch his cheek. I pulled my hand back and gasped as soon as I did.
“You’re freezing!” I said.
He chuckled. “Yes, love, vampires are freezing."