It’s late at night. She doesn’t know how time has passed. It just passed. It happens to her so often to stay awake til late at night. She likes the night. She is more creative, more inspired at night. It’s something about the night that makes her alive. Sometimes she has these energy fits late at night and she’s ready to do things but, unfortunately, night does not offer the same advantages as daylight.
Tonight is one of those nights. Is late and sleep doesn’t really want to visit. Her phone rings. It’s… him. How in the living hell! It’s been a while since that fight and nothing predicted that he’ll ever even come closer to her again. Yet, he’s ringing. So late at night. Not him, not what she’s used to.
She answers, heart beating fast.
“Hi” she hears.
“Hi” she replies, maybe a bit faster than she wanted to.
“Good you’re awake, I had a dream about you and it felt so real and now I need to see you!” he says in a breath.
It must’ve been difficult for him to say all that. He’s not like this and not over a dream. She wonders what the dream was about. She has an idea. It happened to her too but she did not dare to wake him up with that. He would’ve said it’s nonsense and that she should go to sleep.
“What?! You mean now? You..”
“Yes, now” he cuts her off. “Now! Take a taxi, take anything and come here. I’m waiting for you” he continues.
“But I’m like 60 km away from you. I need at least an hour” she softly, doubtfully replies.
“Don’t worry I’ll take care of everything. I’m waiting for you. Are you coming?” he impatiently questions.
“I’ll let you know when I leave home” she says.
“… I’ll be waiting, call me when you reach”.
She can feel the excitement in his voice. Her heart is beating faster than before. She looks around the room. She needs to get dressed, she needs to take a shower, she needs to be fast but she feels like jumping with joy. She feels like screaming.
There are things that at some point she’ll never do. If somebody doesn’t give her a reason to continue or to fight for, she’ll never try. She will wait, hoping a miracle will happen, but she will gradually stop trying to approach somebody who is dishonest with their intentions. Somebody who doesn’t know what they want.
She’ll probably die to see somebody but she’ll never say a word anymore because she already did more than enough before. She fears rejection more than anything. She dreads it.
She takes a shower, she looks at herself in the mirror. Her face changed, not tired anymore and in her eyes there’s a childish light sparkling. She missed him. Obviously. All that effort of trying not to think about him, all that power she built not to call him… all gone now.
She’s down in the street waiting for a taxi. An hour drive and it’s already 3 o’clock in the morning. She finds one and she’s on her way. It’s going to be such a long hour.
He’s down, in front his building. He sees the taxi and he comes to meet her. She gets out and looks at him. Sleepy face, pillow hair, pajama on. Still sexy though. He smiles and hugs her. Autumn leaves on the street…
Again the title has nothing to do with the movie. Some things just pop in my mind for no reason and they fit some texts.
It’s all love and late night writing shenanigans. Peace!