Evening Tones Part Five

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“Small talk, he drives. Coffee at midnight.”

She woke up, realizing herself sleeping in her bedroom. She turned off her piano music alarm, feeling kind of happy that she danced with him. Even though that was in her dreams, still, this long dance dream made her entire day happy. She went to the kitchen and made a cup of coffee to wake herself up, and kept smiling, thinking of that beautiful dream. After a long college day, she went back home and took a shower.

After that, she grabbed a painting, sat on her bed, and started drawing him. His elegant suit, bow tie with that expensive watch. His shaved face, organized hair, and his handsome features. She smelled his perfume like he was standing in front of her while she was drawing him.

She put the painting on a stand in front of her bed, next to her window. The painting felt so real like this man actually existed in real life. But in fact, she has never seen him before. The only time she saw him was in her dreams. It was 3:00 am. She felt so sleepy, and yawned. She looked through her window. It was raining in a very nice way. 

She saw someone walking alone, putting his hands inside his jacket’s pockets. She grabbed her latte cup from her office table, and drank a sip while watching the man walking. He disappeared under the trees. She stood for a couple seconds then she closed her curtains. She looked back at her office table and started organizing the stuff. Then she finished her latte cup, went to the kitchen, washed it, and went back to her bedroom.

She looked at the painting, got closer, smiled, and whispered, “You look so real. I didn’t know that I’m a good painter until I drew you.” She smiled, feeling so hopeful. Then she opened up her bed cover, laid down inside her bed, turned off her lamp shade and closed her eyes, smiling, hoping to see him in her dreams again like how he promised her.


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