Stranger
There she was. Standing in the sun glistening. She had a brunette hair color and hazel eyes and white teeth and smelled of saffron. I have seen her every single day in my neighborhood. I watched ever so carefully and drastically through my surveillance camera. I fell more and more sick of her as I watched.
More in love with the sound of her laugh, the sparkle of her smile.
Then today, I dreamt it. In the middle of my Saturday morning sleep I dreamt it. The ever so distinct sound that haunted me all summer, I heard it.
It had never been so persistent. Never so persistent to seep through these walls, under my door, through my ears, and into my heart. The more I pondered this the more I dreamt. The more I woke up the more it dawned on me. The exquisite sound of his joy was not only seeping into my heart but bouncing off of the walls of my own house on the way. I sprang straight upright.
I knew there was no going back. I had hit rock bottom in the black hole that is love. This stranger has reached my heart through my dreams.