Dream

The crowd surged forward. No one met my eyes so I turned and continued walking, figuring my brain must've hiccuped.

My hair tickled again.

"Hey."

I kept walking, only glancing over my shoulder. This time someone was there. Ugh. I stopped and turned, smiling politely at his game. He stood calmly, still and relaxed, which looked so out of place amongst the rippling tide of people that rushed his sides.

"Yes?" I said. "Can I help you?" A woman looked up at me and shook her head. I kept my eyes on him, looking.

"Everything's not lost," he said. In the background I could hear the Coldplay song match with his sentence. I've done this before in my dreams. Last time it was Fleetwood Mac's "Go Your Own Way." He smiled and tilted his head in a friendly nod. Like he was sending a mental hug. "It's not over. Don't give up." He looked across the street at something and I looked too, wanting to see. I only saw the same busyness on that side. I looked back and he was gone. Typical. My mind shattered and I threw my arms up, exasperated. I looked back across the street.

I put my hands in my pockets, needing something warm and safe in the world. I turned and blended back in with the other pedestrians.

A good samaritan? An angel? My saner side coming to tell me to hang on?