On the Phone

 

 

 

11.01.2008

 

 

She: Hello?

 

He: Hi.

 

She: Who is this?

 

He: You know…

 

She: No, I don’t.

 

He: Gotta guess, then…

 

She: Ok…you’re Brad Pitt, with a pretty voice, telling me that you are so tired of Angelina and all those kids, you want me to run away with you to Fidji.

 

He: Hmmm…nope.

 

She: No? Shoot!

 

He: (laugh) Try it again.

 

She: Listen… you tell me who you are, or I’m gonna hang up.

 

He: You asked me to call.

 

She: I did?

 

He: “Sing to me…”?

 

She: hmm…I see…

 

He: Then, we met in a dream…we danced…the beach…your hair…etc…etc…

 

She: It was not a beach.

 

He: Of course it was.

 

She: No. It was a restaurant, or something like that.

 

He: A beach.

 

She: Ok… then you know nothing about my dream. Ha!

 

He: Why don’t you tell me?

 

She: Hm…nothing happened actually. You were there. That’s all.

 

He: C’mon…Tell me.

 

She: What ?

 

He: I want to know how it was for you.

 

She: By the way, how did you find my phone number?

 

He: You gave it to me.

 

She: I did? In a dream? Are ou crazy?

 

He: Not in the dream, bonehead! In the e-mail you sent me from your cell phone.

 

She: What? Does it send the number? I did not know that…Gosh, I gotta change the settings.

 

He: Thank you…

 

She: No! I mean…now that I know. Thanks god I didn’t, or you’d never call…I mean…Ah! You know what I mean.

 

He: Do you want me to hang up?

 

She: No!

 

He: You knew I’d call, right?

 

She: Are you the “calling-her-tomorrow” kind of guy?

 

He: Oh…hell yes! I always call after dreams.

 

She: Hahaha!

 

He: It was in the same night, you know?

 

She: What?

 

He: The dream. I dreamed too.

 

She: Bullshit! You don’t even sleep when I do.

 

He: So you don’t know where I’ve been.

 

She: What you mean?

 

He: I’m in your area, just two countries down.

 

She: Wow…so close, yet so far…

 

He: I’m writing down.

 

She: What?

 

He: “So-close-yet-so-far”: for a song title.

 

She: Hahahah. Are you composing one for me?

 

He: Yes. About that hypnotic kiss…

 

She: What kiss?

 

He: The kiss. We kissed.

 

She: Liar!

 

He: On the beach. Remember?

 

She: It was not on the beach. It was on that table, in the restaurant’s corner.

 

He: See? There was a kiss!

 

She: Hahahah! You are bad!

 

He: I’m great!

 

She: Jeez…

 

He: What about the elevator? That was really great!

 

She: Elevator? There was no elevator!

 

He: Oh yes, there was! I…kind of opened your shirt in the elevator…

 

She: No way! It was at the bedroom’s door.

 

He: Ha! Bingo!

 

She: What?

 

He: I opened your shirt. See? I know.

 

She: I never said that.

 

He: Yes you did! And I did open it. I remember.

 

She: Stop! You had no dream at all!

 

He: Ok…I won’t tell the champagne part.

 

She: …

 

He: Wow…gives me goosebumps.

 

She: …

 

He: It was your idea, you know…sorry, it was impossible for me to stop.

 

She: …

 

He: Then we went to the shower…

I can still smell the champagne mixed with your perfume and  the hot water…

 

She: …

 

He: Hey! Are you there?

 

She: Shut up.

 

He: Sorry! Am I lying?

 

She: No!

No…but how would you know about that? I told you I had a dream of you only, nothing else.

 

He: I told you: I had the same dream.

 

She: How come?

 

He: I don’t know, but it was great!

 

She: Oh my…

 

He: What? Are you okay?

 

She: I’m blushing.

 

He: Why? Because I saw you naked, or cuz I know everything about “the dream”?

 

She: Gosh…both.

 

He: Can I make you blush again?

 

She: No!

 

He: Okay, what if I told you I’m arriving tomorrow?

 

She: Where?

 

He: At your door, babe.

 

She: Uh?

 

He: Well, almost. I’ll be at the airport around noon, and then some driver will take me to a hotel. Can I ask you to meet me somewhere?

 

She: …

 

He: Hey!

 

She: I don’t know…Would you like me to?

 

He: Absolutely.

 

She: I’m going to blush for sure.

 

He: Hahaha. Cute.  I want champagne.

 

She: Shut up…

 

He: And shower…

 

She: Stop! Nothing will happen between us just because of a little…a little shared delusion!

 

He: Oh, right! We had the same dream, at the same time, in the same night and it happens everyday to everyone!

 

She: I don’t know about everyone, but anyway there’s nothing going on between us! Forget about it!

 

He: It was not just a dream and you know that…it was special.

 

She: Nah! just a dream.

 

He: Don’t say that…

 

She: Whatever!

 

He: How long do we know eachother?

 

She: I’ve never met you.

 

He: Tell me: how long do we know eachother?

 

She: We don’t. You have never told me your name.

 

He: You never asked.

 

She: Cause it doesn’t matter. I like who you are for me, not who you are for the rest of the world. And if you are not who people say you are, I don’t give a shit! You’ll always be the guy I know.

 

He: What if I’m ugly, fat and dumb?

 

She: You’re lovely, kind, brilliant and the sweetest guy, even if you are the fat plumber!

 

He: See? It is special.

 

She: Anyway, we’ve never met, we don’t know who we REALLY are. I don’t want to ruin with a couple of hours of presence what is kind of true in my mind for so long.

 

He: You make no sense! If I can even be a plumber, how would we ruin anything?

 

She: I’m not talking about looks!

 

He: Listen…if you be the way you’ve always been, and the same with me, there’s no way we’ll ruin it anything. And trust me, I am who I am.

 

She: Right…but no champagne, or shirt, or shower…nothing!

 

He: It’s done. See you tomorrow.

 

She: No! Wait.

 

He: It’s not an option, Missy. I’ll call you. Sleep tight…dream of me.

 

She: I am dreaming.

 

He: I know…