Balloon electrocution and Smiles
We met again, in what felt like Japan but I canāt be sure. It doesnāt matter, you were there.
I was going up a long ramp, like the ramps they have at stadiums to get to the upper levels. To my right was a city view, a street filled with people going about their daily lives, a forest that cut through a part of the city and power lines above.
A man walking with what seemed like hundreds of different types of balloons was transitioning from the sidewalk and bustle, to the forest and its tranquility. The trees were so tall that once the man entered them you could not see him, but you could still follow him by the balloons up above. He had to gather them up as best he could before he entered, as the power lines threatened to kill him, once inside, they rose back up and their lines were taut.
I followed his path as I walked along mine. I sensed you behind me, did a quick turn around and you were about 200 feet back. I heard you calling me but decided to concentrate on balloon man, I knew you would catch up eventually.
BBZZZTTT!!! A bright flash, loud pops, balloons escaping to the sky. The man was either careless or didnāt notice the danger lurking above, he was electrocuted and although we didnāt witness it, the balloons told the story of his end.
You caught up, we said our hellos. You looked beautiful. Somehow we found our way to a cafe, we sat at a small, round table, across from each other with our drinks placed in front of us. You smiled, my heart skipped a beat.
You got really shy at one point and buried your face in your hands, trying not to show the giddiness. Another loud noise, it somewhat masked your next sentence, āI really like being with you.ā I pretended not to hear and replied with āWhat?ā
āI really like being with you.ā
I heard it the first time, I just wanted to hear it again.
I smiled, you smiled back.
I donāt remember how it ended but your face was the last thing I saw as I woke up.
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