I was running late to my class when I bumped into a firm built. I looked up to see a man looking straight to my eyes. He was leaning his face towards mine when I felt someone spanked my butt.

“Lou!” A familiar voice shouted.

I looked around to see the people around me slowly disappearing, I looked back to the guy in front of me; and just like a queue, he kissed me.

“Lou! I said wake up!” I heard as I felt a hard spank on my butt.

“O-Ouch!” I groaned.

“Why are you so hard to wake up? You’re going to be late again to your class!” she exclaimed.

“For Pete’s sake, mom! Its still six in the morning! Argh!” I said, and covered my face with my blanket.

“I won’t wake you up if its 6 A.M., young lady! But its almost 9 o’clock and you’re still on bed!” she said shouting. I can even imagine her veins coming out to her neck.

I partly closed my eyes to get back to sleep, as I have realized something which made me immediately remove the blanket above me. I saw how mom got shocked with my action.

“What time is it?” I asked her with a questioning look.

“Its almost 9 o’clock, young lady,” she said in a monotonous tone.

With that, I immediately got up from my bed and ran to the bathroom.

“Why didn’t you wake me up, mom?” I exclaimed and closed the bathroom door.

I took a quick bath and did some light make up to freshen my look. I immediately went down to the kitchen to grab some food.

“I’ll just eat after my class, mom! Love you!” I said and grab the car key.

I immediately ran to my car and started the engine.

“Getting late again, Lou,” I said to myself and started driving my way to the university.

By the way, I am Lou Rivera, a professor in arts in Dashton University for 3 years. I’m single since day 1, and been dreaming of a man which I really don’t know, and I never really saw. I really don’t know why I always see him in my dreams. Maybe he is my destiny, and fate haven’t made or paths cross yet.

As I arrived at the university, I parked my car and immediately run to my class. I was panting hard when I reached my class room. I tried to compose myself but still having my heavy breathings when I entered my class on time.

“Good morning,” I said in neutral tone.

“I guess everyone is done with the task. Now let me call the chosen presenters for today,” I said and star roll calling their names.

After an hour, the school bell rung, an indication that class is over. I dismissed my class and decided to went to the art hall. I do paint a lot. That was the only thing that my father had left me before he died.