Sunday, 18 December 2011
She was so cool. She had been to Europe. Both of her parents were dead so she had some tragic maturity about her. She didn't care so much for me. She was always polite but kept her distance.
In my dream she had put on a lot (ALOT) of weight. Thinking we recognized something in the other, yet unsure in our instincts, we eyed each other from across the office lobby that occupied my dream. She was working for my client in Switzerland. As soon as we placed each other, talked, and had our curiosity sated, Sarah lost interest in further conversation. It was just like university.
Because it was a dream, I know I fell back asleep at some point; but It wasn't any kind of sleep that counts.
I groped for my phone every fifteen minutes to check the time.
A good night's sleep would have been very convenient. A full day of meetings and a late evening flight awaited me: in other words I was going to be full-on with no chance of a small respite until the flight 17 hours later.
Fuck. Why can't I sleep?
That's what I thought from 2 til 6 this morning. That's what I'm thinking right now on the delayed flight home.