I didn’t usually remember dreams well, but the dream was vivid in colour, the smells, and the feel of it. I remembered it as if I’d just been away on holiday and was revisiting my memory of it. And Peter, the man in my dream, there was something about him. He felt so familiar, as if I’d known him. Of course I can’t have, besides, dreams seem to have that effect on you. Like when you’re at a completely different place you’ve never seen but in the dream that is where you live: Dreams were strange and didn’t make much sense when you woke up. Still, I couldn’t shake this one. I was really sad and angry with myself for waking up before I could kiss him. The tension and anticipation before the kiss had been electrical on my part. Since he was made up I decided to pretend he felt the same. I decided I must have seen him around somewhere and just forgotten. Probably on TV, some far away guy with a made up personality. Silly really, I felt like I had a crush on the guy. I kept remembering how his touch felt as he held my hand, the way his eyes lingered on mine, the way he smelled.
My mobile gave off its text ring tone and I jumped. It
was Chris. ’Yo girl, what’s happening? Got time for lunch today?’ I texted back straight away. A lunch with Chris was just what I needed to wake me up from my daydreaming state. ’Sure thing! Meet me at the Southern Cross Café at twelve o’clock?’ I replied. ’Yep, see you there,’ came his reply.
It was just passed eleven so I got my head stuck into the emails and really tried to focus on the matter at hand, I got through most of it with a huge effort, but I had to stop my mind from wandering. The clock was ticking by and I got my jacket and umbrella ready. You had to get several umbrellas in Edinburgh because of the strong winds, they