Reserve

As I sat on the sofa, I leaned against an invisible shoulder.  I walked quickly right toward him. He also came toward me, so quickly that we almost hit each other's heads. We both laughed. The obstacle was that I couldn’t see what was holding me back today. 'I shouldn’t have run toward you. If I had been a little faster, we could have ended up hitting each other,' he said. I didn’t say anything. I thought the funnier this meeting began, the better it would be. Yet, typical him, he just a mind-reader. I only smiled and replied, "Let's just go walk, now." yet I remained frozen in space and time, just me and emptiness. We're walking to the city park and just went around, nothing really far but our steps actually might count like a mile. Restless just with him. I simply sat in silence, lost in my thoughts. It's nothing like there's no other place we can be. It's just I found my complete and I don't need to find anywhere else. "If only our ...
Do you know why it's hard to say goodbye? Because we afraid if our memories might not be able to remember them, rightly. The fact is, goodbye means good. No matter how hard.
~Aurora Esterlia

Black Widow

In my dream, I am working in this building. It's really like a normal building, people trying to make an effort with their own job desk. The walls and the lights were very light and white, but it will always be a shed of shadow, because it's a dream.
Until, suddenly people were asking to throw all the papers we've been working on and destroy all of them, like it's simply because no one should find them.

I was thinking, this company might be a very secret company. Why am I here?
You know when your dream is just  vivid imagination.
Later, I've already in this party. A big long dinner table. I was running from other room where I hold a paper and a pen. I ran to one of person who's sitting with a black evening gown, so glamour and beautiful.
And, when I sat next to her, I asked, "Help me to fix what's wrong?"

It was Black Widow. Scarlett Johansson.
I was like, "What?" but I couldn't talk. I startled in my own dream but, it was like a different me in my dream kept playing the part of this dream story.
She answered my question, took my pen and start to scratch things on that paper, "This is not like this. You should change it," like stuff. Like an editor.

I was starting to get it. People staring at me with Black Widow chatted.
It reminds me of Inception, when the people in you dream start recognize you're different, and start pointing at you.
So I told them, "I found her. I found the right place to talk to."
Then, they start to walk away.

It was simply a very weird dream. Yet, it feels comfortable to know Black Widow is my editor.
#LOL.

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