Olivia squinted, rubbing her eyes and then looking around the room. "Mom?," she called out to the empty room, but only got a small 'mew' from Cashmere. She could still feel the warmth from the hand that wasn't there, and it made her shudder. Cashmere felt her uneasiness and hopped up onto the bed, pawing at Olivia. After giving the fluffy white cat a good chin rub, she tossed back the covers and set her feet on the floor, expecting to feel her soft carpet. It was then she realized that she was still in her clothes from the night before, shoes and all.<br/><br/>"Oh my...," she bit her lip and took off her shoes, tossing them across the room. She quickly got undressed and put her clothes in the hamper, thankful that the housekeeper was coming in today. She got in the shower, and scrubbed herself thoroughly, as if trying to wash away the memories of her dream. After she was done washing up and shaving, she got out and wrapped a towel around her after drying off. As she brushed her hair, she saw it: the tattoo. "It was all real," she whispered to herself, and let out a shaky breath. She stared at it in the mirror, a chill crawling up her spine as she remembered how it felt slithering across her body.<em> 'Don't think about it,'</em>she told herself, shaking her head.<br/><br/>Trying to ignore the memories, she continued on with her morning routine of moisturizing, putting on make-up, and setting her red hair in big curls. When she was satisfied, she went to her large walk-in closet and picked out a cream-colored lacy tank with a camisole underneath that tucked into a pair of navy blue high-waisted shorts that showed off her legs and ass. She put on a pair of wedge heels and some gold jewelry to complete the look, and did a turn in her full-length mirror. She smiled at her reflection and grabbed her Coach shoulder bag that contained her MacBook, iPod, and other school supplies.<br/><br/>She checked her phone, and saw that she had a text from her mother saying her business trip had been extended and Olivia rolled her eyes. "Of course it has," she said out loud with a grumble, and tossed the phone in her bag. She made her way to the kitchen and gave Cashmere some food and water, and left for school.<br/><br/>She arrived in her usual parking spot, waving to her friends as she got out of her car, Starbucks coffee in hand. She made her way to the quad, a large open area with benches, tables and people sitting and chatting, some doing that last minute homework.  This morning she was particularly excited to go to her first class, because she would get to see Mike; and after what happened last night, she needed to know he was safe.