In a daze I found myself standing on the corner of a street near a Target store and a bank. I was confused as to how I got here. There were a group of three gentle men in differing attire staring at me questionably because I was wedged between the building walls and garbage container made of pebbles and cement . I was scared and asked the gentlemen where I was. They said something in a language I didn’t understand, possibly French or something. I asked the man dressed in business attire again, and I could tell he knew what I was saying but didn’t know how to respond in English.
I ran around the corner of the bank making a left turn. There were two street vendors parked on the busy city street. I asked the vendors if they could understand me; they said no. I was scared and didn’t know what to do. I walked down a few feet from the vendors to the night deposit box area of the bank and leaned against the wall for a few minutes. A lady tried to quickly make a business deposit with one of those deposit bags. I was in her way, and she had become frustrated trying to deposit the bag and left grumbling at me with an accent I was starting to recognize.
Across the way, I noticed two police officers walking towards my general direction. I saw a traffic light for pedestrians and crossed the street. Meeting up with the police officers, I asked if they could help and where I was. They were puzzled, not at my language, but at my question. They claimed I was in England and the help they offered was the opinion that I should call someone I know for help, and they pointed to where some public phones would be.
I walked to where the phones should be but couldn’t find them. I was near a building that was darkly painted and emanated some great music. I walked in. The walls were dark, seemingly black. It was like that of a night club but people were in several rooms. The rooms had different functions. Some were rooms for social gathering; some were for eating, and some were for games. This place was a maze of social interactions and while the walls were a matte black with little light one could see very well.
I roamed the halls for a while both in amazement at how cool the place was and in puzzlement of what had happened, how, and why. I stumbled into a long skinny room. The occupants were seated on the right only while the left side of the wall wasvoid of anything, simply a walkway. I walked past everyone making a right to exit the room when I heard an announcer say, “Who is going to pair up with that lucky bloke? You madam?" Was that guy talking about me? I thought to myself. I turned to verify. As I stuck my head around the corner, I could hear the lady tell the announcer, where ever “he” was, “No”. The announcer said, “Awe, come on then, who will be off with him then, anyone?” I thought to myself, I hope no one says yes because I don’t think I can dance, and I’ll look like a fool. I hope I don’t have to dance. Just then, during that dreadful thought, I could just make out someone raise their hand and say, "I will." My heart skipped a beat. I hope she doesn’t want to dance, I thought. “Well good then, hurry off,” broadcasted the announcer.
As she walked towards me, my heart pumped wildly. She was a lovely slender lady of perfect height and sandy blond hair. She was wearing a dark gray and pink polka-dotted knit sweater and dark jeans. She had a gorgeous smile. She reached out and took my hand. Her hand felt warm and safe as if I had known her forever. She introduced herself as Lisa. Lisa led me down the hall a ways where we could have a private conversation.
We talked for a while; I told her the odd story of how I got here. Lisa listened intensely and always had a smile. Her eyes were always fixed on mine, peering deeply into them.
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Later, we were lying on the floor of some clothing store. Lisa was so beautiful with her French tipped nails and red lipstick on, not the kind that stands out from being tacky but from being perfectly matched with the face of this woman.  We laughed and talked about everything. I was thinking about how amazing this woman was, charming and sweet. Lisa even knew how to put an amazing wardrobe together. Our bond was so close; her eyes so beautiful. I was in love and so was Lisa. I looked her in the eyes and said we are soul mates. She smiled knowingly. I moved to give her a kiss, savoring the aroma of her body. Her lips parted. Our lips met magnetically the energy intense. They moved in unison, a perfect deep and passionate kiss. We were in love, I don’t ever want to leave her.