In the morning the sound of my cell phone ringing pulls me out of a peaceful slumber…
It is Christopher, he says he missed not hearing from me yesterday. I feel those fluttery butterflies in my stomach again. It is nice to hear his voice, I can’t help smiling broadly. I stand in my undies on my front lawn and we chat for over an hour. I feel so much ‘at home’ on my piece of land, that I forget there are no walls. I hope the neighbours did not notice.
This view is so beautiful, I do not think I will spoil it with a house with tiny windows. When I do eventually have some money to get plans drawn up, I will make sure they add many large windows to capture the light and beauty of this place. I pause when I become aware of the unconcious thought I just had. I am making plans for a house? I am thinking positively towards the future? It really feels good.
Soon it’s time for my morning aerobic class with Agnes which I enjoy immensely again. At work time flies by once more and I really enjoy myself there too. I take the time to meet my colleagues.
Not too long ago this would have seemed like something impossible to do. I only had one friend in Riverview who was not even a real friend and that was Skip. But I do it… and they do not judge me, they do not point and make comments about “…that SAD! sim”… and I am proud of myself.
I call Christopher and ask him if he wants to meet me for a late dinner at the Bistro. He agrees, but says it must be an early night as he has to be up early. I don’t mind, as long as I can spend time getting to know my friend some more. We can chat for hours and never run out of things to say to each other.
As I start to jog to the Bistro I turn around and for a fleeting second my eye lingers on the man in the distance… but then I carry on and in my excitement to get to Christopher I do not give it another moment’s thought.
Christopher and I chat about Indiana Jones movies during dinner. Seems as if he is a fan as well. I have not seen the latest one, and we agree to watch it together sometime soon. It is so easy to talk to him, I wonder if I should tell him about the real me… my history.
I decide against it for tonight, it was supposed to be an early night and it would take hours to express myself the right way. I think it is better to let our friendship develop some more before I am completely honest with him. It is not a lie is it? I am just delaying the truth for a while longer.
I laugh at Christopher when I realise how tired he really is. I am being selfish by keeping him, it’s past 11.30, we need to end the evening. We hug each other goodbye and when I get home the moon is high.
I snuggle into bed and gaze at the illuminated leaves lightly dancing in the trees, it is hypnotising and calming, my eyelids begin to flutter and I drift peacefully into the Land of Nod.
Meanwhile in town… a man comes out of the movies and gets an unsettling feeling as he gazes at the man on the bench.