I’m running, rushing to the closest door.
My cheeks are blushing.
My hair is a mess.
Somebody’s chasing me.
I’m hearing footsteps getting closer and closer.
I kept looking back – giggling, panting and giggling some
more.
The portraits on the wall seem like a blur.
Wait, are they smiling at me?
Someone caught me in his arms.
Tight.
He won’t let go.
I’m laughing and pleading for release.
But he won’t let go.
I forced my way out of his hold.
He laughed.
I smiled for a moment and run again.
But when I looked back…
He’s gone.
I’m no longer running.
I’m no longer laughing.
I’m alone.
Again.
It’s just a dream.
Or is it really?
A week.
A month.
Does it matter?
It happened so fast, it felt like a dream.
