I woke up today with a song in my head, and a part of me wanted just to get up and spin the record.
But as I slowly started to get out of bed, I felt pulled in again. I hadn't slept well, and the bed was warm and inviting. I closed my eyes and then slept a bit more.
I dreamt then, a weird dream. I know a girl called Sílvia (not the one I've mentioned before) and though we've not seen in each other in a few years, there's an undeniable history between us.
In this dream, I guess it was in my house, not this one I live in or maybe any other that exists or even existed, and we were both working on something. I was at my PC and she at hers, but in truth the inside of the house was quite large, almost like the inside of a restaurant, with individual tables here and there.
I have no idea what I was working on, but it must've been something that demanded my full attention because I didn't even notice her there.
Here was me, looking at me, seeing me this time - very slim, almost on the haggard side, hair cropped very short, and I was wearing glasses, something I've not done in an age.
Sílvia was sitting somewhere to my left, and as I said, I wasn't aware of her presence there. The dream then pans to her, and then we see her looking at me. She's undecided about something, she glances at me fleetingly, and then gets up. For a split second, it seems like she's going to come up to me, but she decides against it and leave. From the corner of my eye, I get the impression that I'd seen her, but then I get up and look around and she's nowhere to be seen. Just as I make my way to my table, I see that she left an envelope with my name on it, a colorful envelope, with my name written in large, garrish letters.
I want to open it, but I can't, for some reason. A part of me wants not the written words, but rather the spoken ones.
I think I'm about to start looking for her, but just as I do, I start to wake.
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