My Man of the Wild

Chapter 1:Sweet Dreams With Sweeter Awakenings And Sour Afternoons

In the beggining of the dream I was on a dinghy out in the middle of a large mass of water. I was panicked immediately as I looked in every direction and noticed a thick wall of fog. My breath quickened and my body shook from the cold as I plunged into the murky water. It was a cold that I remembered. A cold that followed me in the real world and the dream world. In that water I had given up until I felt something warm stroke my hand. It was small but still mattered a great deal. The warmth then enveloped my whole hand and pulled me to the surface of the water to meet the sun warming me up completely. The fog was no longer there. The night was erased by day.

I stared at the sun for a moment and just smiled. Just happy that it wasn't the end.

I blinked once. Twice. Three times to see that my dream was over. My view of a sunrise had melted to my reality.

Adisa was sitting on the side of me measuring my hand with his. It reminded me of the moment of Tarzan when he grabbed Jane's hand and put their hand together palm to palm. The scene was so romantic ,but now it was even sweeter to wake up to. His brows furrowed as I slowly removed my hand from his. I sat there silently for a moment, not really knowing what was the next step.

"Um.. A-are you hungry?" His brows only furrowed more in confusion. That look made him sexier than he should of been. I shook away the thoughts. Remember Dan taught him basic words.. "Adisa, food?"

"Adisa no food... Geogia food, yes?" I nodded and stood up from my floor bed. He followed , walking on his knuckles. That's something we will have to stop.I manuevered into the kitchen and started pulling out the pans that were needed. Adisa stood in the middle of the kitchen awkwardly. "Geogia need help?"

"Um not today, but you can sit at a stool." I said as I turned the fire on under the pan. My focus shifted to making a breakfast. After I grabbed the eggs from the refrigerator I almost dropped them when Adisa started yelling. I ran to him, hoping he didn't find the knives and stab himself. I found him on the island ooo'ing harshly while sheltering his hand. No blood thankfully.

"What happened?" He nodded towards the fire and growled. "You burned your hand?" He whimpered which I could only take as a yes. I can't believe I had to watch him like he was a babe and that I was blushing at his whimper. "Let me see it."

Adisa jumped off the counter and ran into the living room to shield himself. "No." I ran in afterward, giving him commands to come, but he didn't listen. I ended up chasing him around the house and he was just knocking over furniture or any other thing that got in his way. After thirty minutes I had a breakdown.

"Adisa , come here." He shook his head and went to the farthest corner away from me. The frustration was so large that I just fell to the floor sobbing. " Why is this happening to me? I only try to help people and look were that has gotten me. My house is a mess and I'm alone with a caveman who can barely speak english." I spoke to myself aloud.

Silently, I wished I could crawl back into that dream, but as I looked back on that dream it appeared as a fake promise. Sounds of movement

"I-I am ...um s-s-sorry. Adisa stupid." I looked up at him and sniffled.

"You're not stupid. I'm just an overdramatic crybaby.." Adisa nodded. His long locks covered his face as he bowed his head in shame. "Just promise me that you wont run away from me. Remember I'm here to help you."

"Adisa help Geogia too" He smiled his dashing smile. This guy is going to be the death of me.

"It's Georgia but call me George," I smiled back at him "Now let's fix that burn." This time he actually came to me and followed me into the kitchen. When we reached the sink I stood behind him and made sure the water was cold before putting his finger under it. I found myself giggling at the idea of me spooning him infront of the sink. After dressing his hand, it was time for the next step...

Grooming.

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A/N: I was just thinking how ironic it is that I named my character Georgia and nicknamed her George. Everytime I type them out the George Of The Jungle theme song plays in my head.