I Was Here
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I Was Here

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Irina Yellow Fantasy

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Eric:

I open my eyes and find myself standing alone in an empty room. The ceilings and the walls are neatly painted white. And the floor is composed of polished light brown wood. And there is a dark brown framed window at one corner where the light comes from. A bright yellow and pale red orange light tells me the sun is setting and soon it will be dark.

Irina:

I open the door to the bedroom. There is a dark brown framed window at one corner where the light is coming from.  The yellow orange light passes through the open window. I see Eric standing right there on the spot captured by the yellow light. ‘You came back.’ I said. He stood there looking me in the eye. I almost died.

Eric:

And while I was looking at the yellow light a scene arose from my subconscious mind. I see myself lying on the ground with my bicycle. I am  caught in a bright yellow light which comes from a car that is about to hit me. Fortunately the car stopped in front of me and didn’t bump into me. I stand up and continue to move with my bicycle. Not so far I see again this lady who wears a yellow dress. The yellow light and the girl who wears a yellow dress.  

Irina:

I take a moment to stand at the same spot where I can see myself from the glass window of the coffee shop. And as I am looking at the glass window, I see myself wearing a tiny yellow dress, but this time there is another person, a man. As I look at our images from the glass, he is standing beside me. What? I couldn’t believe my eyes. And this time he is not inside the mirror nor the glass window. We stand at the same location at the same time.  Is this real? Am I dreaming again? I couldn’t even turn to him. I am shy. What if he does not remember me? I turn to him and catch him looking straight at me. We are both quiet for a moment, just plainly looking at each other without a word.

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