In Continuum.

A Visit in the Night

'Accept the file.'
'Teitur?'
'No,it's not.'
'Strange that we are talking again.I thought you blocked me from your contacts at one point.'
'I did.'
'Why dont we talk anymore?'
'No.'
'No?'
'I dont know.'
'I missed you,you know?'
'I know.'
'I missed the time we used to talk to each other into the night,until you are so tired you had to leave.'
'Haha,yeah.I remember that.'
'Do you remember the playground?'
'I never forgot about it.'
'Is it still there?'
'It's always here.'
'Are you going to stay?'
'I have to leave.'
'Will i ever see you again?Or at least hear from you?'
'No.'
'Why?'
'I dont know.'
'So this is it,you are not going to talk to me anymore?'
'No...i dont know.'
'Back to our lives before this,pretending that we never met,that things never happened?'
'Maybe.'
'When are you coming back again,back to me?'
'Never.'
'Are you sure?'
'I dont know.'
'What do you know,then?'
'That i have to leave.'
'Why did you message me,why are we talking again?'
'I just wanted to send you the song.'
'And what for?'
'I just wanted to.'
'Is this a dream?'
'Yes,it is.'
'Is that why you have to leave?'
'It is because you have to wake up.'
'But i dont want to wake.'
'It is not up to you to decide,is it?'
'I can try,at least.'
'Haha,dont be silly.'
'Haha.Well,you know me.'
'Yeah,i knew you.'
'And i knew,you.'
'Yes,it is.'
'Why are things so different now?Why are we so different now?'
'We are not different,just not the same.'
'Will i dream about you again?'
'Maybe,it's hard to say.'
'Do you dream about me as well?'
'At times,i hope.'
'You still sound the same.'
'I do?'
'How are you?'
'Complicated.'
'Strange,i was just thinking about that.'
'That's because you are dreaming.'
'Oh yes,that's right.It just seems too real,you know?'
'Yes,i know.'
'Is it time to wake up?'
'Almost,any time now i suppose.'
'Where will you be in the morning.'
'Right here.'
'Can i come back here?'
'No you can't.'
'Can you come to me,then?'
'In real life?'
'In real life.'
'I'll tell her that when she comes here then.To go to you.'
'Thanks.'
'You are welcome.'
'I think i feel it.'
'What?'
'Consciousness.'
'It's morning already.'
'Late?'
'Pretty.You should wake up.'
'I dont want to,can i stay here with you?'
'I told you,you cant.'
'But its been so long.'
'I know.'
'Ive gotten over you,you know.And here you are,in my head,in the middle of the night.'
'I'm sorry.'
'It's too much for me.'
'You are waking up.'
'I'm sorry for everything i did,the stuff i said to you on my blog,about you.'
'I know you didnt mean those.'
'Are you saying it because you mean it,or because i hope you mean it?'
'A bit of both,perhaps.'
'Will you forgive me?'
'I never hated you for it.'
'Am i waking now?'
'Almost.Yes,you are.'
'It was nice.'
'What was?'
'You,here.In my dreams,in my head.'
'Oh,well.It was nice of you too.'
'It's nice to see you again.Us,talking.'
'Hush now.'
'What?'
'Hush now,you are waking...'
'...'
'Shh.Wake up...Wake up...'
'...'
'Wake up...'


I opened my eyes,and the morning sun is hidden behind the morning clouds.It's kinda strange,the way it's already 10am and yet,the world still looked like it's only half past seven.The fan whirled,and my head still aches.I sat up in my bed,and rubbed my eyes gently with the back of my hands.I checked the clock again,it was late morning.It's time for me to get up,i thought.And damn,i was hungry.

I had a weird dream last night,i remember.I couldnt recall,just bits and pieces of it.Meeting an ugly girl after a phone call at the bottom of my apartment.Who the hell was she?She said something over the phone with my mother,what was it?I cant remember,i cant recall.There was something else,wasnt there?There was,as i stared at myself in the mirror.That rugged and disarryed self.Oh yes,and there was her.I dreamed about her again,didnt i?Was it good,or was it bad.I had my hands on the edge of the sink then,just leaning forward and thinking.Just thinking.Still thinking.About how nice our little conversation was in my head.I mean,if you think about it.If i convinced myself that it was real,then it actually happened.Right?Right?

Damn,i missed those.They were nice.Very nice.Damn,i have to stop saying that.If our conversations are going to continue in the middle of the night,if this is all i have got left,if this is as good as it gets,i wish it to come more often.I guess,in a way,i cannot ask for more can i?It was nice of you to visit,it was really nice.Damn,i really have to stop saying that...