I cried
In my dream, that is...
The setting: I was on my high school, 3rd floor classroom, possibly Latin class. We were watching a news report on the TV, some crap about a local sports event.
I see her. She's on TV in the background, saying something to a coach from the opposing team. Huh, I didn't know she played sports.
Minutes later, the reporter talks to that coach, and admits he made some ...improper... comments to that girl. I can't remember what they were any more.
TV shuts off. Bell rings. I start packing my stuff into my bag.
I start crying for the girl... Endlessly. Relentlessly. Someone asked if I was okay. I shrugged them off, and walked out into the crowded hallway. I had to go find her and hold her.
And then I realised... I had cried for her. She made me cry. Time slowed. Everything glowed. I smiled so wide it hurt.
And then I flew... I took stairs, whole landings at a time, jumping over people. I woke up before I ever found the bottom of the stairs.
The setting: I was on my high school, 3rd floor classroom, possibly Latin class. We were watching a news report on the TV, some crap about a local sports event.
I see her. She's on TV in the background, saying something to a coach from the opposing team. Huh, I didn't know she played sports.
Minutes later, the reporter talks to that coach, and admits he made some ...improper... comments to that girl. I can't remember what they were any more.
TV shuts off. Bell rings. I start packing my stuff into my bag.
I start crying for the girl... Endlessly. Relentlessly. Someone asked if I was okay. I shrugged them off, and walked out into the crowded hallway. I had to go find her and hold her.
And then I realised... I had cried for her. She made me cry. Time slowed. Everything glowed. I smiled so wide it hurt.
And then I flew... I took stairs, whole landings at a time, jumping over people. I woke up before I ever found the bottom of the stairs.