Dream Lover

The sun breaks filling the bedroom with a subtle light.
The alarm clock announces the moment to rise and walk.
Though tired and worried about the outcome of the day, she bravely rises, knowing that the sight and feeling of the morning will wash away all lingering doubt.
Walking is her respite from the life she once lived.
A time to contemplate, to be with one self.
She then begins to wonder about her lover.
“He must be asleep. He should be asleep.” And remembers the time before, the time they made love…and made the angels sing.
Tired of the ethereal state, he takes one last look at his lover watching the sunrise, her face glowing in wonderment.
The alarm clock wakes him in a state of panic. He rushes to ensure all commitments are met though wonders where she might be: is she well?
Seeing her in the flesh, her joyful eyes, her saunter and her smile brings him back to reality.
Time to work.
Later though as the day moves forward, as it does, she meets him in the flesh, and seeing him brings forth feelings of utter joy.
There is nothing he can do in this place though touches her softly on the arm.
A simple gesture, a loving hope, that all is well in love.
The mobile phone rings loudly. He is still in bed.
“How can this be!” he thinks.
“Was this all a dream? Does this woman love me?”
He seems to finally arrive at work and across the landscape of the office; he can see
Her laughing with popular office staff, knowing full well, that she would never notice him, never contemplate his heart. He then realizes that there is no hope though she surely loves him in his dreams.
Feeling the full force of reality burning his face, around lunch, he jumps out the 24th level office, plummeting to his death.
Along with the full office staff, including the man, whom had just jumped seventy stories, gather around the windows looking down to see their quiet co-worker of many years lying dead on the side walk below.
He wanders the offices to this day.
Searching and waiting to see her once again.