A Promise: That would surpass even the dimension of time, Part 3

Wednesday

Mark awakes suddenly, nudged by an odd yet vivid dream. It was the same dream he had a few days ago. He remembered it so clearly because he wrote it down on his private notebook, or a diary as most people would call it. He doesn't bother calling it that since it's 'girly'.

He stares down at his blanket, then at the clock on the far end of the wall. It was 8 AM. 'Almost time for class,' he thought. Fearing the risk of him oversleeping again, he proceeds to stand up and go to the restroom. The sun was clearly rising. He does his usual morning routine, this time slowly and with more ease. He could hear his father rustling in their bed in the other room, while the clunk of metal ware and pottery downstairs meant that his mother was cooking breakfast for the family. 

He switches into his school clothes, puts his notes and homework in his rugged backpack and slowly trod downstairs. He could smell bacon in the air, which he loved and hated at the same time. Loved because 'who doesn't love bacon', and hated because now his outfit would smell like it. 

'You're up early.' Mother says. 

'Yeah. I had a weird dream.' 

'Ah. Care to talk about it over coffee?' She asks while handing him a cup of coffee. It smells good, he thinks. He takes a sip.

'--Ahh! It's hot and bitter!'

'You have to put sugar and cream first, dummy.' His mother said while chuckling and pointing to the direction of the sugar cubes and portioned cream in small cups. 

He obeys and proceeds to pour cream and 5 spoons of sugar in his drink. He sips again, and nods in appreciation. 

'So, what's this dream about?' 

'Uh, yeah. I was in the World Ward where Hitler was the bad guy. I had this girl with me and we were caught or something and separated. I told her I love her, then I died in the box.' 

'That is weird.' His mother frowns in thought.

'Exactly! Have you ever had a dream like this, mum?'

And his mother, disregarding Mark's question, says 'You can't fit in a box!', then laughs as if it was the funniest joke ever made. 

He rolls his eyes, 'Never mind.' 

Still recovering from the comedy she had just produced, 'No, no. I'm sorry. I just wanted to wake both of us up. Ha ha. Anyways, this dream must be so clear for you to remember it.' 

Mark, having a sip of coffee, answers 'I know. And it's not just the first time I had a dream like this. I remember dreaming the same thing last Monday. 

'This girl. What did she look like? What was her name?'

'In the dream her name was Heather, and I was John.'

'And do you remember what she looked like?'

'She looked like Lili.' 

'Your new classmate?'

He nods while grabbing a few slices of bacon and a piece of bread. 

'Hmm.' His mother thinks. 

Time check. 8:31AM.

'Gotta go mom! Bye!'

'Give mum a kiss, sweetie.' She says.

'Hnnngg. I'm 13 years old, mum.' He kisses her on the cheek anyway.

'Yeah, so?' She smiles at her son. 'Go before you miss your bus again!.'

'Bye!'

He sees his father walking down the stairs as he closes the front door behind him.