Dreama’s Journal–October 17
On this cool Autumn day, Stefan crept in. Barren trees swayed across the street. Thin branches reached toward the bleak sky, which spread across the distance like a gray blanket.
There he was like a light that could cut through my despair. I leaned over the counter, casually talking to him. I made sure that I touched a strand of my hair. He watched me twirl it around a slender finger. It was my break time. I would not move from this spot or answer to anyone else’s call of my name.
He said that he had been on a business trip to New York and how expensive it was there. He also mentioned that all the others had only wanted to get drunk and that he didn’t. He did what he had to do for the conference so that he could leave early. I hoped so that he could come see me. I wanted to tell him that, but I stumbled over my words as I always do when he is around.
I sipped soda and played with the straw.
Frazzled Nadine approached me and whispered, “Stop it. You're married.”
“I’m not doing anything.”
“You’re going to get yourself in trouble.”
“I just like talking to him.”
“Yeah, right.”
“Do you really think I’m doing something wrong?”
She shrugged, which wasn’t a definitive answer, so I leaned back over the counter. I had to be there.