She looks at the screen of her laptop. Fingers spread out the keyboard, eyes close, she waits. Slowly, she saw herself, bit by bit, taking shape in her mind.
It looked as though she was seated in a what felt like a chair. A dark grey chair. Somehow, she felt the chair to be uncomfortable. There was not much room. And why had she a belt across her?
She looked around and saw the steering wheel to her right. Immediately, she understood, she was in a car, strapped in the front passenger seat. Whose hands were that resting on the steering wheel? And was she moving? It surely felt like it.
She looked up from the hand, towards the driver. Oh, she thought, it's him. Why was she with him, she wondered. Am I dreaming? Ain't he not suppose to be anywhere nearby? She couldn't answer all the questions in her mind.
Gradually, her ears catch on the music playing in the background. She knew right away what song was that. How appropriate, she thought.
The driver looked at her, and smiled. His grin did not change a bit. The dimples, framing his smile, giving it a naughty touch, appeared. His eyes sparkled. No change at all, after all these years. She mustered a smile back, then turned away and looked ahead in front of her.
She was wrong, they weren't moving. The car was stationary. They were parked somewhere beside a seaside, maybe. It was dimly lit, yet she could see there were many other people around too. Most of them, couples. Sitting, chatting tenderly. She could see the reflections of the half moon in the waters.
He didn't say a word to her, yet. She faced him, again. His eyes closed, he had a peaceful look in his face. So tranquil, so blissful.
She felt a little squeeze. Immediately, her eyes went down to her right hand. His left hand was resting above hers, so lightly. She could feel a sense of security engulfing herself. She let her hand be.
She wondered, why were they here, now. She followed suit, leaned her back on the headrest, and closed her eyes. She felt a sense of déjà vu in her mind.
This is a dream, this must be, she told herself. But why now, again?
Letting a breath languidly, she opens her eyes and looks at the blank screen. With her smile, her fingers start moving ferociously all over the keyboard.
It looked as though she was seated in a what felt like a chair. A dark grey chair. Somehow, she felt the chair to be uncomfortable. There was not much room. And why had she a belt across her?
She looked around and saw the steering wheel to her right. Immediately, she understood, she was in a car, strapped in the front passenger seat. Whose hands were that resting on the steering wheel? And was she moving? It surely felt like it.
She looked up from the hand, towards the driver. Oh, she thought, it's him. Why was she with him, she wondered. Am I dreaming? Ain't he not suppose to be anywhere nearby? She couldn't answer all the questions in her mind.
Gradually, her ears catch on the music playing in the background. She knew right away what song was that. How appropriate, she thought.
The driver looked at her, and smiled. His grin did not change a bit. The dimples, framing his smile, giving it a naughty touch, appeared. His eyes sparkled. No change at all, after all these years. She mustered a smile back, then turned away and looked ahead in front of her.
She was wrong, they weren't moving. The car was stationary. They were parked somewhere beside a seaside, maybe. It was dimly lit, yet she could see there were many other people around too. Most of them, couples. Sitting, chatting tenderly. She could see the reflections of the half moon in the waters.
He didn't say a word to her, yet. She faced him, again. His eyes closed, he had a peaceful look in his face. So tranquil, so blissful.
She felt a little squeeze. Immediately, her eyes went down to her right hand. His left hand was resting above hers, so lightly. She could feel a sense of security engulfing herself. She let her hand be.
She wondered, why were they here, now. She followed suit, leaned her back on the headrest, and closed her eyes. She felt a sense of déjà vu in her mind.
This is a dream, this must be, she told herself. But why now, again?
Letting a breath languidly, she opens her eyes and looks at the blank screen. With her smile, her fingers start moving ferociously all over the keyboard.
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