Chapter 6

I awoke to the sun shining through the blinds. I hadn't slept as good as I did last night in years. Feeling the urge to use the restroom I lifted up to get out of bed. Well...I tried lifting up to get out of bed is more like it. A small but strong arm was wrapped around my waist securely.

Then I remembered that I slept in bed with Janet Jackson. The very first time I get some rest it's with Janet Jackson sleeping next to me. I could imagine all of the jealous men that would dream of sleeping next to her.

I turned on my back looking at the ceiling. How was I going to get out of bed without waking her up? To make matters worse, she then snuggled closer to me placing her head on my shoulder. Her breath tickled my skin sending shivers through my body.

I needed to get up now. 

"Janet," I whispered. 

No answer. 

"Janet." I whispered again. 

"Hmm," She hummed with her eyes still closed. 

"I need to go to the bathroom," I replied in a hushed tone.

Without an answer she turned over setting me free. I quickly got out of bed to go to the restroom. After doing my womanly business I washed my hands and face.

Closing my eyes I take in a deep breath then exhale. I opened my eyes as my finger absentmindedly grazed my rosy lips. I could still feel hers on mine. I could still smell her perfume that intoxicated me many years ago.

A soft knock on the door then knocked me out of my thoughts. I gathered myself then opened the door. There she stood, looking more beautiful as ever. 

"Good morning," She smiled. 

I just nodded walking past her to the front of the bus.

I knew I should've at least said it back, but she made me extremely nervous. 

What the hell is wrong with me?

 It's like I crave her, but at the same time I can't handle being alone with her.

Sitting down in the kitchen area I take out my laptop and check for any emails on new assignments and lessons from my professors, there were a few. After checking my emails I start on my first assignment.

Taking out my earbuds I plug them into my ears connecting them to y computer.  Turning on Spotify I put on any station and began working. As I typed an essay for Business class on my computer a familiar voice boomed through my earbuds. I looked at the sidebar on my computer to see 'Janet Jackson- Twenty Foreplay' playing. 

Sleep my love don't you worry you just sleep my love and I'll stroke your hair oh the sunlight on your face...

I snatched out my earbuds massaging my temples. 

"It'll all be over before you know it April," I sighed. 

I chuckled shaking my head now I'm talking to myself. I love my mother, but I don't think I can do this job. It's just too much to deal with. I touched my lips again as I smiled to myself. 

"You're the girl aren't you," Janet's soft voice said startling me. 

I placed my hand on my chest trying to calm down. She scared the hell out of me.

"What," I answered my eyebrows furrowed in confusion. 

"You're the girl that I kissed on my last tour seven years ago. I knew I recognized, but when you denied it it still felt like I knew you. You're her aren't you?"