It has been just over a week since Peter left the psychiatrists office. He felt so certain he would not ever have to go back but there again. He still replays the moment he told the doctor that he would not. It felt good, and Peter is clinging to that certainty.
Peter knows all intense feelings fade with time, then he needs to focus on the purpose. Finding a girl from his dreams. Well, that seemed to have less tangible purpose as time went by.
Within in minutes Peter drifts off. Well, this is different Peter thinks.
"Hi," she says and smiles at Peter. "You?" Peter asks blankly.
"Yes, me." She says softly seemingly not taken aback by his expressionless question. "I have been waiting for you," she says as she starts walking away.
Peter rushes to catch up and walk beside her, glancing to her at his left now. He smiles, then glances at her again. She knows he is at a loss for words and instead of trying to fill in the gaps, she just looks ahead and lets the silence breathe.
Glancing at her one more time then shaking his head Peter decides to let it ride also.
After a few minutes of walking, she looks to Peter and meets one of his hundredth glances at her. Nodding her head and glancing to her left, she indicates Peter should follow her eyes.
Slowly they both turn their gaze ahead, as a massive tree starts showing on the horizon. "Oh, I remember this." Peter says absentmindedly.
"I thought you might, can you feel that?" She asks him and without looking his way or waiting for an answer She takes his hand.
She knows he can feel it, Peter can feel what she feels. That is what the tree did. He knew that too.
In the morning Peter felt amazing. It felt as though he has the worlds longest shortest dream. "She is still there." He whispers as he sits up in bed.
"I can still find her, she is real."
Launching out of bed then quickly putting some socks and shoes on, Peter heads for the door still wearing yesterday's clothes. At the door he pauses. "Milk." He says as to confirm that is where he is going...
Uncertain why he felt like walking he just went with it, when he got home he placed the full milk next to the almost full milk in the fridge then went to sit on the couch.
Falling into the couch, all his adrenaline fell with him. "What now." He asks in a sigh.
"As in actually what now. What should or can I do." Always at a loss to the answers , he knows the end but he is damned if he knows how to start the journey.
It has been over a week since his first real actions towards finding the girl from his dreams. "Not all that grand." Peter thought and chuckled.
"Just go with it, use it, feel it. It is just how the mind works." He muses, feeling a bit less despondent. Deciding to further tighten his grip on the resulting drive and connection he felt because of the dreams, when he has them.
He gets up and heads to make some tea. "It will seem the same but tomorrow will be infinitely different." He smiles and thinks while taking a warm sip of Earl Grey.
Rising up into what he can only call space. He is looking at the serene face of the girl in his dreams. They are dancing. In the air, above the indescribably big tree that rose up from the horizon before.
She places her head on his shoulder as they do another twirl to the symphony of worlds seen and space unknown.
Peter did not know specifically, but it did not seem a dream. It all felt like a future past.
"What is your name? Peter asks her and she looks up at his face, her hand still in his and the other on his shoulder, perfect dancing posture even in midair. This made Peter chuckle a bit.
She smiled at his chuckle then said: "Free."
Peter smiled back, nodded and said: "Mine is Journey."
They stopped dancing and stood next too each, she placed her hand in his and they went to the top of a mountain, one whose height eclipsed suns. There they ate delicious fruit, almost like plums but infinitely better and less messy.
She looked at him as they lay on mountain top in a sea of warm calming energy, "I fibbed."
Peter turned on his side and looked at her earnestly, "I know." He replied. Then smiled and brushed her hair behind her ear showing there is no need to explain.
"I don't know my name, I could not feel it earlier." She said with a bit more concern.
"Gift." Peter said plainly.
"Gift." He said warmly.
"My Gift." He said meaningfully.
She grimaced then pounced him and pinned him down then sat over him her hair kissing his cheeks, then her lips. "You knew my name?"
"I also fibbed, " Peter replied.
"I know, " She says. "Future. Your name is my future."
