The dreams are good. She likes it. When it doesn’t make sense after a drunk talk, after a subject movie, after an unexpected feeling… That’s even better.
But the sleep is a killer. Its a murderer. It kills time, it kills life. Kills the opportunity everybody wants for her to let “M” know “I WOULD BE HAPPY WITH YOU” - if I wasn’t being happy with someonelse already. She doesn’t even want this one to work...
Oh no. Now that it has been said… She does. “one” really completes her. She is imbued in to “one”.
Her breath changes. Now she runs everyday.
She eats "one". He made her change from chocolates to veggies.
Her entire days and habitis are related to “one” and she loves it, it has always being her life anyway…
But she feels something missing.
“I’VE BEEN THINKING ABOUT YOU, YOU ARE A THREAT TO THE INTEGRITY OF MY RELATIONSHIP, YOU ARE A THREAT TO MY PLANS WITH 'ONE', YOU ARE A DANGEROUS THREAT!” keeps pumping in her head before sleep. Everybody knows she would be so good with the drunk smoker traveler. They are poetry together. Such a natural poetry. She can easily imagine “M” looking at her and giving her chills, offering her a drink and a smile. Showing her his view from the world and making impulsive decisions taking her hands to it. She would yell at him, asking him what was it, telling him "M, you gotta think better" But she would be secretally loving it for at least a couple of days. They could be in silence. Its not like they need a subject or a numbing to lose it. They did. They just lost it.