I awoke fortuitously from my tumultuous dream.
The world was pitch black, and Gatsby stood before me. His face was
flushed with anger and I saw my arm push Gatsby over a ledge. What happened after in the dream
I do not know, but Daisy's call had wakened me. Together Tom, Daisy,
Gatsby, and me went out to an
awkward and tense luncheon at the West
Egg Inn. The Inn was covered with the upbeat, and
mellow sounds of
Blues; it made us wonder about our own situation.
The brown colored man
tampered with the graceful notes of his trumpet with brilliant emotion.
With Gatsby in her hand, Daisy entered with a
rose-colored dress,
glamorized by the reflection of her crystalline body. Her dress was one of the only few made and
cost a fortune to obtain but price was no object. Once the food
was served, Daisy and Gatsby openly flirted
with each other.
Through quick glances, and flirtatious words, Tom became frustrated and
angry over his wife.
Afraid of losing his last woman, Tom grabbed
Daisy's shoulder and looked at her hard in the eyes. And in an instant,
I saw Tom's hand whip across Daisy's face. Gatsby stood up abruptly,
and glared at Tom. Gatsby menacingly said, "You brought this upon
yourself," and darted out the room with Daisy. I couldn't grasp the
situation, all i could think of doing was following Gatsby and praying
this situation would sort itself out; of course it did not. Outside of
the Inn, Gatsby and Daisy had driven off into the unknown, leaving Tom
all alone in the
rain. As the rain picked up, Tom sat on the curb both
with feelings of anger and sadness. I had never seen the man so worn
down and I almost felt sorry for the guy.
"Can you
butt me Nick?" I sat their listening to Tom's words of hatred towards Gatsby to comfort his shallow life.
