He dreamt of her while she lay awake thinking of him.
His Dream:
He left his home and started running.
He ran steady and quick.
His breathing, still not heavy.
He came to a lake feeling restless.
There were people sitting on benches across from each other right next to the lake.
Unusually too many people.
He ran through them, right in between.
He looked left, he looked right.
He was looking for someone.
Not quite sure who.
He reached a house.
There was a wedding.
The house was crowded.
He entered the house and started looking for someone even more furiously.
He wasn't sure whom, but he knew he had to find someone.
He ran up the stairs.
He heard people say she's upstairs.
He thought he heard someone say she's getting ready.
Who's getting ready?
Is she the bride?
Am I looking for the bride?
He started running up the stairs.
His heart pounding not because of the exercise, but because of excitement.
Anticipation of shock.
He reached the fourth floor, or maybe it was the third.
And just as he was climbing up the last step, there she was.
Alone, dressed in a black sari.
Coming out of another room towards the stairs.
She wasn't the bride.
He was relieved.
What if she was?
Did he care?
Was it fair?
He'd found her.
Her thoughts:
What else?
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