Stephanie wended her way through the darkness, her hands outstretched before her. It was so pitch black, she couldn't see, not a thing.
Where was she? She couldn't help but wonder, as she hadn't ever been to this place before. It was strange and foreign, yet somehow familiar at the same time.
Voices... She could hear voices whispering all around her. None of them were recognizable, and for the first time, she was beginning to fill with unease. Where was she? Was she... dead?
"Hello?" she called, coming to quickly realize that her voice was echoing. Now, this was just weird.
"Stephanie..."
Her ears perked up, her heartbeat suddenly returning to normal. She could swear she recognized that voice! She knew it.
"Stephanie Marie..."
Yes, she indeed knew the voice. But for some reason, she oddly couldn't place a face to it. The speaker was someone she knew... But why couldn't she recall the owner of it?
"That's me," she called hollowly, her eyes straining to see. And then, the speaker somehow came into her view, and she received a moment of clarity.
The long blond hair, the handsome features, the emerald eyes... They were right in front of her, and his entire body came into view as well.
"Stephanie," he breathed. "I knew you would come to me."
The brunette's breath caught in her throat as she eyed him, giving the man a slow and languid once-over.
"Adam... Of course I did." She smiled uncertainly as she reached a hand out to cup his cheek. The apparition raised his hand to hers, gently caressing it. Stephanie had never felt quite in the way she did as, mere seconds later, their lips met...
And that was when she woke up.
"Oh," she breathed, bringing both hands up to her face. Her skin felt kind of moist from sweat. That was really no surprise, as it was late June in Connecticut. She hadn't put on her air conditioner when she'd gone to bed. She decided to get up and turn it on now.
As the brunette returned to her bed moments later, she tried to hold onto the remnants of the strange, yet somehow wonderful dream. She didn't quite fully understand it, but then again, when did dreams ever truly make sense?
One part of it was fairly obvious, and she could not deny the fact to herself... She had a crush on the new wrestler, Adam Copeland. When she had met him, she'd felt an instant attraction. Considering the young men with whom she'd tended to socialize - thanks due in part to her family and its circles - this was much stronger and totally different. Stephanie was used to being courted by wealthy sons of friends of her parents. And somehow, in spite of the monetary and material aspects they shared, she never felt a true connection to any of them. Some were nice enough, some even good-looking... But it just never seemed to work. It always seemed they were from completely different worlds. She felt she needed more, and she wasn't willing to settle. She knew there was someone, someone out there who just so happened to be perfect for her... for her.
She wondered if she had indeed already found him in Adam.
The brunette let out a small shiver as she settled under the blanket. She knew full well it wasn't due to the air conditioning but because of her thoughts. A small smile graced her lips as she crossed her arms, as though hugging herself.
And what did the other parts of the dream mean, anyway? She couldn't help but wonder about the part where she couldn't see him and could just barely hear his voice. What about when he suddenly appeared before her out of seemingly nothing, nowhere? And why had she been wandering alone in stark darkness? She was no expert on dreams but thought that served as being a revelation.
She didn't feel slumber quickly returning to her as these and new thoughts penetrated her brain. Should she do something about this? Should she tell Adam how she felt, that she liked him? Sure, they had become friends very quickly in the past couple of weeks since the man had come into the company... But would it really be wise to pursue something more? After all, Stephanie was the daughter of the owner and Chairman of the WWF. And, as short a time as she'd known him, she didn't think Adam Copeland would ever want an assist in his career. Not that the brunette would use her powers to unfairly give him an edge over anyone else, of course.
Stephanie suddenly felt as though she had a lot on her plate. The best thing she could do at the moment, as far as she was concerned,
was sleep on it. Things always looked much clearer in the light of day.