![]() And maybe she can get a decent brunch with Jim, the man of her dreams, despite the fact that they haven’t exchanged more than a daily greeting and general niceties for the longest time. ![]() It’s a Saturday, which, in adulthood, means a day filled with running errands, and doing things in the name of self-care or home-care but ultimately exhausts you instead of making you feel relaxed and replenished. Still, the memory of that man’s face is unsettling, but she knows in the next few hours it will be a distant memory. That’s when the realisation hits her that it was just a dream. The blaring, relentless beeping of her alarm pulls her from her sleep. He looks deep into her eyes, and she can’t look away. ![]() Everything fades away, but the man’s face remains. It is a face she does not recognise but his features, strikingly prominent in the haze, imprint permanently in her brain. ![]() Then the figure draws closer and his face becomes crystal clear. Her movements seem uncontrolled, she can’t seem to get any part of herself to move according to her will. Louise is fighting against her senses and surroundings but nothing seems to make sense. ![]() The blurry haze engulfs and encompasses them. His large stature hovering in the brightness that her eyes seemed to fight and protest against. The figure just stood there, hovering, looming. ![]()
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