Dreamy

I'm in a garden, high hedges, small brick road, flowers on each side. At the end of the path, a small patio with a table and two chairs. A beautiful woman is drinking tea. I come to her and she notice me.

"Hi, I wondered if you'd have some time to spare. I brought some tea."

Her beauty is not at the same level of the girl I met in the elevator, it's more refined and elegant. But the most stunning is her eyes, deep and unfathomable. I don't feel in a hurry, so I agree to sit with her.

She keeps looking at me, drinking her tea, a slight smile on her face. I feel like a kid in front of a teacher, ignoring what she want from me, which amuse her.

"So, what is your story ?" She finally asks.

I admit, I'm surprised by the question, even if I should have expected something of the like.

"My story ? What is this ? An interview ?" I answer on a light tone, feeling playful.

She smiles too, and doesn't give me a real answer.

"Maybe."

"Well, I'm the second child of a small family. My only sister disappeared when she was twenty and I was sixteen. I was the only one to believe something happened to her, the police stopped searching. I've traveled all over the country to find her, working various jobs along the way. And now I wonder if it was the right thing to do as I have no real home, no one in my life and I found nothing about her."

It feels strange to talk about this to someone, I never really had anyone to really talk to with all my pointless search. The woman put her elbows on the table, cross her fingers and put her chin on them.

"Why rushing ? Tell me the details, I want to know !"

I can't help myself, I tell her everything, it pours out of my mouth like waterfalls. I talk, she listen. For a very long time.

I wake up, the memories of the events slowly fading.