She awakes this morning, disoriented... was last night a dream? As she looks at the clock, she remembers her appointment is earlier and she does not have much time. She scrambles about her apartment, trying to focus on what’s needed for the day... all the while wondering, was it a dream?
Successfully clothed and everything in order, she speeds off. Things are moving like clockwork. With little time to spare, she makes it to her appointment on time... just to sit and wait. Still in a haze, she checks the accumulated messages on her phone from the night before. She hears his voice and thoughts rest.... is was not a dream.
Smiling, she snickers at how unexpected the evening played out. Meetings such as these though once semi frequent in the past have become scarce. She smiles, thankful. Thankful to share conversation, embrace, and something so comforting... to talk, laugh, question, and listen to another’s story.
A night that could not have been spent more positively, for those moments are what living encompasses.
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