I woke with a start, I saw her again.
Why is it that I see her? I don't even know who she is, or why I dream about her so often. But she's always there; in the back of my thoughts I constant shadow waiting, for what?
As the sun rose and night transitioned into day, my thoughts to during to other subjects, the work I had not done, the food that I was going to eat. To me, at the moment, they were the most important things.
I rolled out of bed unceremoniously and trudged out to my lounge, it's just a normal day, just like ever other. The coffee was hot and ready and I sat down with my cereal watching the morning television while reading the assignments that needed to be completed.
Everything faded away as I saw locks of blonde hair and the bluest eyes I had ever seen, and a laugh that I had never heard but I knew was the most beautiful noise in the world. I shook my head out of the daydream, now is not the time for that. As I looked up, dazed from my musing I saw the clock, damn it, I was late.
I quickly dressed in my suit and was out of the door in a few seconds, rushing down the staircase, hoping that I nothing had been forgotten in my haste to get to work.
Out of the front door, and into the hustle and bustle of the city, where everyone had somewhere to go and you could not be caught being in anyone's way. It was an atmosphere of stress, and haste, but I enjoyed every moment of it. There was just something about the city that I loved; I loved that these people had lives that were totally non-dependent on my own and I have no impact on their lives what so ever, I could not exist and their lives would continue as normal, and that fascinated me. I grew up in a small town, where everyone knew my name and everyone knew my parents, my address and even the score that I received on my maths test. But, that was my life.
Then I grew up, and I realised that I no longer fit in there, I did not even consider the aspirations that my class mates aspired towards, for me it had always been one thing, and one thing only; architecture. I don't know why, but I loved the idea of being able to create structures, purely from my mind and then see them come to life in front of me. So I moved from the small town of Greens Hill and moved to the city. I started off as an intern; photo copying, getting coffee, sitting in on meetings but not being able to say anything, get stationary and do what anyone told me to. But that's over, I haven't done that for two years now, I've moved up in the world.
I walked briskly down the street, well practiced in the art of not bumping anyone out of my way. I had only just cleared my mind when I thought I heard it, the laugh. I quickly glanced around, but it was all in vain, the laugh quickly faded in my ears and the sounds I was with was feet on concrete and people speaking loudly into their phones. I sighed and went back to walking.
Finally I'm at work. The large black building towers over me, it's shadow falling over me as I head towards the doors. I walk in and make a beeline for the elevator, I am late enough as it is. As I walk into the elevator, prepared to close the doors and ride us to the 10th floor, I hear my name called;
"Nate!"