When I arrived back in New York, Amy and Martin were there to pick me up. I had called them with the info on my flight, but hadn't told them about London. I was afraid how they would react. We all got back to the loft and they could tell something was bothering me. "What is bothering you Aly," Amy asked. "I have some big news guys, you know how my dream is to buy a house and move to London. Well it seems my Aunt has helped me out a little. She had been saving for awhile and sent her attorney to buy me a house," I said showing them the picture. They both just looked at me in disbelief. "Come on guys say something," I pleaded. "When are you planning on moving, Aly," Martin asked. "I don't know, soon probably. Are you two okay with this," I asked. They nodded and then ran to hug me. I am really going to miss them. "This is not going to be good-bye, you two can come visit me after I get settled," I reassured them. That night we went out to celebrate and basically get plastered, tomorrow I had to go tell my boss I quit.
When I awoke to my alarm clock, I thought about throwing it across the room. That is the last time I do shots, my head is killing me. I reluctantly got out of bed, took a shower and got ready for work. When I walked passed Martins room the door was slightly ajar. There I saw he and Amy in bed and naked with each other. I just smiled and closed the door. I was happy for them. After drinking a cup of coffee I walked out and headed to work. When I got to the floor of my office, I was greeted to a sign that said: Welcome Back Alysson: in bold print. They are going to make this difficult, Sheila was the first to see me. "Hello, Alysson, are you doing alright. Sure am glad to have you back. Mr. Drewson wants to see you as soon as possible," she said. I took on big breath smiled and nodded. No time like the present, better get this over with.
I walked down the long hallway to Mr. Drewson's office. His secretary looked up and said, "He is expecting you, go on in." I swallowed hard and walked into the office. "Alysson, good to have you back. I trust everything went smoothly," he said. "Yes, sir it did. But I do have some news I need to discuss with you right away," I said. "Well, have a seat and we will have a chat," he said. I then took a seat and took another deep breath before speaking. "I don't quite know how to say this..so I'll just say it. I am moving to London, my aunt, before she died, bought me a house there and it has always been my dream to live there. So I am sorry, I have to quit. I am moving as soon as I can. I hope you understand," I explained. I waited for his response but he looked speechless. "Well, I am sorry to hear that we are losing you. But I do know how much this means to you. So I wish you much happiness and success," he said. I was so relieved to hear this, he wasn't upset or angry.
After a few days I got things squared away at work. Sheila managed, on my last day, to throw a going away party for me. Which I thought was really nice of her. The week following I spent packing my stuff and sending to the flat in London. In two days I would be moving, I was nervous. Amy and Martin were being really helpful and helping get my stuff ready. The night before my big move, we went out for drinks. I did not get drunk but they did and I completely understand why. They were taking this a bit rough. When we made it back to the loft they immediately went to Martins room for some fun. I went into my room and sat on my bed and soon drifted off to sleep. I soon started to dream of London and my flat. But more strangely I dreamt of a man. A very handsome man, with red hair and hazel eyes. I found myself very attracted to this man. I only heard his first name: George. What a lovely name I thought. And in this dream he and I were in this quaint little cottage and snuggled together on a couch. There were children all around: two older twins (a boy and a girl), then another boy (a little younger), then another girl (younger) and then another set of twins (two boys). These children all looked like me and George, some had his hair and my eyes and the rest the opposite. Before I could see anything else my alarm went off.
I jolted up and looked around, I was still in the loft. Today was moving day. As the day wore on, it was time to go to the airport. The three of us said our tearful goodbye and I went to board the plane. The whole flight, I thought about George and how in love we looked in the dream. I wondered if he was real and if he was I really wanted to meet him.