[ WP ] You begin to suspect , after a string of unusual occurrences , that your roommate has the power to control time .

Two years ago I met a wonderful woman, her name was Jessica, who was going to guess we would end up living together? She was looking for a roommate and so was I, living is cheaper when we can divide the costs and we needed to save as much money as we could, university is not cheap and two part-time employees can only make so much money. 
 
 We found a nice but small apartment in the center of the town. It had this `` grandma's house'' feeling so few places have and we immediately fell in love with it. A small white living room waited for us at the entrance, right next to it there was a dining room, there was no division between these two rooms and the wall remained the same color. The kitchen was behind the dining room, to the right, its walls were all covered in medium sized blue tiles, I swear they were the same tiles my grandma's house has. To the left there was a narrow and short corridor that connected the kitchen with the bathroom and the only bedroom this apartment had. 
 
 Since this was the only apartment we could afford, we decided that sharing the double bed in the only bedroom it had was not going to be a big deal, I doubt anyone would think that two girls sharing the same room were anything more than friends but getting those weird looks when going outside always made me feel embarrassed. 
 
 Two years later we are still living in the same place, I am doing great at my psychology class, Jessica not so much at her history class, she's been like this for the last 4 months. There is some unusual behavior about her that worries me, she frequently leaves the house at night thinking I ca n't hear her. I can feel when she leaves the bed every single time, it is always a rough movement. My worries about her go beyond her daily disappearances, I am worried about her future, our future. This is something I have n't confessed to her yet, after almost an year of denial I ended up accepting that I fell in love with her, it is not easy to accept this, what would mom think? She has always wanted grandchildren but my love for Jessica is stronger than anything, I love feeling her soft skin each time she accidentally touches me while rolling over in bed. I love hearing her voice in the morning even if it is just a complaint about having to get up. I love every single thing about her. 
 
 It is night again and there she is, I never hear when she opens the door, I can only hear her footsteps when she walks to our bedroom. I am awake this time and ready to confess my love but as soon as I open my mouth she places her finger in front of it and asks me to remain in silence. `` I know'', she tells me, `` I know everything''. This is when my suspicions begun and soon everything was clearer than crystal. How would she always guess the results of my exams? How else would she be able to predict the days my mom was going to call? What other thing would cause her to disappear in the middle of night and come back without having to open the door? It was clear that this girl had the power to control time, to stop it, to travel through it. Or was I going crazy? 
 
 I had so many questions that night that I would like to know the answer to but I was so tired that I feel asleep right after she kissed me, I ca n't even remember how our first kiss felt. Right now I am exploring my own dream, I am an oneironaut and I love being one. I am in Jessica's body the day we met, the day we decided to live together. 
 
 After visiting so many different places, Mary seems to have fallen in love with this little apartment and since it is the only one we can afford we decided to move here. I have been in love with Mary since the day we met but I have seen the future and I know that my best option is to wait two years, to that day she discovers my big secret while confessing me her love. I have been trapped in this dream for a month now, it's been so long that I am beginning to suspect it is not a dream anymore, I wonder if I am going to be Jessica forever, I worry about not being able to be Mary again. Two more years, I tell to myself, two more years to know the answer. `` Wake up'', says a distant voice, `` do you want to get out of the time loop? I can help you, you just have to wake up''. 
 
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 I am still learning to write, critics are appreciated. I am also learning English, help about using the English language is also appreciated.
