Confessions II

I can dream...

One day, I ventured into the unlocked door of that cozy cubicle.

He was sitting there at a small tv table and reading a small book about the size of his palm.

He was entranced with the details inside this small book so when I walked easily up to the table beside him, he was quite taken aback that somebody had entered his private space.

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"Don't worry," I soothed him in my most calming voice,

I'm not here to do any harm," and I gently removed his glasses,

"You won't need these, I promise." I whispered as sweetly as I could. I laid the glasses safely in his jacket pocket as it hung from his chair.

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This was the man who came to my dreams every night. 

I could be dreaming about what I had for dinner and suddenly he would walk up to my table, sauntering in a confident disposition and adding,

"Is there "anything" else I can get for you?"

I literally sighed and closed my eyes in dramatic hesitation as if I was thinking it over.

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"I really need those, lady." he said, smiling, but serious. Instantly jerked back to the reality of what I was doing, I opened my eyes suddenly, reached for the glasses in the pocket of the jacket hanging on the chair and handed the glasses back to him. He did not get angry or even disturbed by my actions,

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"If you're hungry, I still have part of my lunch leftover. It's half a sandwich. You can have it if you want," He was looking at me with genuine concern and straightaway slipped his glasses back on, I must've came into focus because he seemed to recognize me,

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"Ohhh! I've seen you walking by here periodically, right? You must work around here?" he pulled the chair away from the small TV table and glanced down at it as a way to offer me a seat if I wanted it.

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"No, thank you," I cringed wanting to say everything built up inside me for so long. I was dying to say,

"I've watched you and admired you, your character, your coolness under pressure," but the words got caught in my throat and nothing came.

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Once again, he knew just what to do and exactly what to say,

"Sure, I understand. A busy lady like you must have a thousand things to do. You've probably never even noticed me on my job, it's so menial."

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The only response I could give was,

"Yes, well goodbye."

When I glanced around at him as I was briskly walking away, he was smiling that patient, friendly smile that made everybody comfortable.

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He nodded a quick affirmation my way and said,

"Have a good day, ma'am."