The room was half dark. Dim light was coming from the road through the ochre curtains. Everything was clean and tidy. No much traffic outside. I was in bed. The bathroom door was closed. I could see the light was on, from the little gap at the bottom of the door. Or was just the reflection of the light from the corridor outside, that was coming from the bottom gap of the main door? I was always confused by this. I stood. Walked to the bathroom. I opened the door. The light from inside blind me and a really tall brunette woman was pointing at me. Her face was pale. Was that her finger or was she holding a gun? I was in fear. My fear became bigger when she fell towards me. I realised she was dead. She looked like Lynda. By instinct I closed the door very quickly and stopped her body from falling into the room and onto me. My heart was beating really fast.
I woke up. It was just a nightmare. Nothing else. I was dressed in bed. I walked out the house to relax the pulses of my heart. It was sunny. I turned on left at the corner of my street. I would usually be outside the entrance of the tube station, but no. It was a narrow road, like the ones you see in coastal towns in southern Spain. It was full of young people and a lot of places to drink and eat. Tables and sofas outside. I kept walking. There I spotted them. It was two girls wearing black, one girl with red hair, the Spanish guy who is a teacher and sings beautifully and she. They were seating in a black sofa. I felt so strange meeting them. She was wearing that vampire's wife t-shirt and her pink long skirt. In front of her she was having a trolley luggage. It looked like the one that was stolen from me in Barcelona. It wasn't this one though. Just same colour. She didn't have any expression on her face, when she saw me. We didn't talk. I talked to the teacher, asking him, how he's doing. "All good", he replied with a smile. They both went to order something from the blue window. I sit down, where she was sitting. I turned left and one of the girls with the black clothes talked to me in a foreign language. She was really beautiful, with a model perfect face and black crow short hair. Never heard this language before. She was asking me something. "What are you saying?" I said to her. She repeated her question. Her voice was so smooth. I looked at her with a confused face. She turned to her other friend wearing black and they spoke in the foreign language really calmly. I turned my head. The Spanish, She and the trolley luggage have disappeared.
I started walking down the street. I spotted her again. She was sitting down alone. I stood in front of her. "Hello." I said. "Nice to see you again." I felt like I wanted to tell her everything in my mind. But then I thought that I shouldn't. "Are you staying here?". She said hello and that she had to catch a flight at ten to three. I bend a bit, bringing my face in front of hers. I wanted to kiss her lips. She put her hand in front of her mouth. She said that she was hungry. She stood and ordered something. I was following her. She picked up the food. It was two black pieces in the plate. One looked like chicken breast and the other like a meatball. They were not cremated-burned, but they were black. I left her and walked home. On my way back, I thought that I may ask her to come home to rest before her flight. She had two hours till then. I ride a tricycle, like the ones you see in Oxford Street outside Selfridges. I ride back to the street. She wasn't there anymore. Maybe I made a wrong turn. I went to the next street. And then back to the previous one. She was here, wasn't she? I ride further down. Where is she she? She went to the airport already, maybe. Should I ride all the way to Victoria to talk to her?
I woke up for real this time. She was just in my dream again. My heart was pulsing so fast. What stories the subconscious is creating while your sleep...
