After I had changed my outfit, I lifted up my bag and heavy books, reaching for the door.
Stepping outside, it was a Wonderland. Small city, with moderate crowd. The Wonderland was a nice hill in full activities on both sides of the road which stretched up along the hill. A nice weather. Warm.
(I'm telling you, I was the Alice in Wonderland.)
Dan suddenly appeared from no where. His tall figure made me felt so small. His height enough for me to hide from the warm sun.
(Suddenly, I feel we did not have this intimate connection, not in real when I think back when we were in Wonderland.)
Interestingly, we both knew "speak" would not be necessarily. We knew better how to connect through telepathy.
(Aren't we doing this for so long now?)
Dan was meant for sending me off to school. When we reached the bus station, we stood together for a while, without any physical contact.
We did not say a word, yet somehow we knew this was our norm. Silence was our norm. Nothing to be embarrassed about.
Dan disappeared.
I tried to search that familiar face around me. Then I saw him.
At that moment, it totally blew my mind of how handsome he looked. It was crystal clear to me.
He seems busy clearing up his work (not with his laptop, I wonder why?) with a few papers on the table. HIS table was up the hill. Literally.
(I told you, I was in Wonderland.)
Then, the citizen of the Wonderland heard the announcement. The "fetch" game was on. Lots of people thronging in the game arena.
I saw mom! She was playing for another team! Excitedly.
I walked up to the hill to meet Dan. But he was already left for the game. I saw his red tote bag rested on the chair. I thought it was a really nice tote I wanted to have.
I went behind the railing. Dan was in the game below the hill. His hair had changed.
It was longer now, golden brown. With a clip on the side of his hair. I thought he looked great. Suddenly so young.
He played "crazily", running with hands up in the air...
I was half conscious with my eyes closed after the Wonderland dream. I kept the dream playing over and over in my head, took in all the details as many as I could. Because I knew, if I opened my eyes, at that moment after the dream was over, this pearl moment would slipped as fast and as far away as it would from my memory.
Now, it surprises me. How could I remember all of these details, but somehow I forgot what he was wearing? Was it greyish blue? Bluish grey? What was I wearing?
We were so closed in Wonderland. Especially at the bus station.