1 The Dream

She resolved to confront him. She had decided to tell him about how she felt. She would tell him that she had a dream last night. A vivid dream in which she precisely saw someone and felt as if it was real. This dream was unusual. Never before had she seen anyone particular in her dreams. Even her parents had been a shadow in those dreams. But this time, she saw him. He, who was so real, so lifelike. His presence was so realistic in that dream that she had no other option but to believe it to be real. She saw him standing there and beckoning her. How could she not follow that strong lure? As if the pull was a complusion, a drive. Something she could not evade. Then suddenly with a jerk, she woke up. She shook her head, amazed by the details she could recall about the dream. Even this was new to her. She could hardly ever remember her dreams next morning, but this dream stuck to her as if it was recurrent.

She braced herself, and gathered up her courage to face him today and tell him about her feelings. Maybe she would lose him, but she could not justify herself without expressing her emotions. She got ready, picked up her bag and headed towards the office. Today was the day to confess a lot of things. Her heart thundered as if it had to rush and complete its remaining heartbeats before the outcome of the revelation. It had doubts whether or not it would be able to beat if the outcome was negative. With all the courage she could muster, she opened the door to his cabin. There he stood by the glass window, looking lost in some thought of his own.