A Blue Frog with Shades of Yellow

I sat on one of the white Monobloc chairs in what seemed to be one of the old bedrooms I slept in when I was little. On my left sat my sister’s boyfriend, then my sister. On my right was an empty seat, then a girl friend, then another empty seat, then a guy who’s also part of the same group of friends where we are all in. This guy has perfect skin and hair. Not that I adore it, but just to identify who he is. 

We all sat facing the window, and it was evening. A night lamp was on somewhere in the room, allowing us to see the things around us. I looked up and saw a blue frog with some hints of yellow. on the wall, above the window, facing the ceiling. I pointed it out and we all commented on how artistic it looked. However, later on, it started moving, turning around to face us, as if deliberating on jumping onto one of us. The girl friend and I were so terrified that we were able to conjure up a white blanket to try to cover us. For some odd reason, my legs  and her face and my sister can’t be covered by the blanket. I was panicking because I was wearing a dress so my knees, lower legs, and feet were totally unprotected and I know the frog might decide to jump on them and I’d feel its unpleasant texture. 

I leaned forward and looked at Mr. Perfect Skin, about to call him to stay on the seat beside me instead. I thought it was only sensible to do that because we were going to be together. However, I stopped because I realized that I’m the only person who knows about what will happen in the future, and not even he knows about it. So I leaned back again and just kept quiet. When I looked again he was looking at me like he was wondering what I was going to say. 

Then everything shifted and we were all in a well-lighted room wherein I gave orders to everyone on what stuff to prepare for a party. Around me were big tables and lots of white linen and white table cloth. As everyone went about busily, I caught sight of him through one of the doorways, and he stood looking at me, with the same questioning look of what I was going to say.