Dream

Dream. It's dusk. No one around but her. How perfect. She's walking up a flyover, though pedestrians are not allowed up flyovers. It's Her dream, she can do whatever she wants. She reaches the highest point of the flyover and stops. She stands at the edge of the side railing and looks down. High enough. No, she's not thinking of jumping and ending her life. She puts her right hand inside her shorts' right pocket and pulls out her mobile phone. She smirks. She stretches her right hand forward and drops her phone. She watches it. Contact with the ground. Debris. It's dark. She pulls out her earphones from her left pocket and plugs them into her ears and smiles. Pearl Jam's You Are.

She walks down the flyover, cars have appeared out of nowhere. Bikes too. A bike slows down next to her. The guy riding it is wearing a grey coloured helmet with a tinted visor, for obvious reasons. You're not allowed to see his face. She smiles at him and says, "Done." They zoom past the adjacent vehicles and get lost in the traffic ahead.

She wakes up and finds him next to her. He's sleeping. She looks beside his pillow. Her phone. Time is 3:33 A.M. She leans over to him and gives him a kiss on his forehead. He shifts a little. Her head on his chest and his arm around her. She falls back asleep.