The Cotton Bridge

Rrrrrriiinngggg!!!! Rrrrrriinnnggg!!!

The alarm clock became relatively louder that morning. I woke up realizing that it was a crazy dream. I went to the bathroom to take a bath and brush my teeth. And as I was spacing out whilst doing the daily routine, I realized, everything connected. From the very beginning of yesterday to the very end of it. It was like a book that needed to be finished— an unturned page. Knowing very well myself that I had a few screws loose, I decided to go to the very same spot as my dream. I left my faucet half-opened— and I rummaged through my wardrobe to find clothes. I prepared hastily as I wanted to go there.

Last thing I knew, the road was the focal point for my eyes.

I paddled quickly with my bike again, after a few minutes I saw the very coffee shop that appeared in my dreams. I crashed yet again but that didn't stop me from rushing. It was as if I felt that time was running out. I ran and mumbled to myself:

Left, Right, Left, Left.

The very directions that would lead me to the mysterious bridge. Left, Right, Left, Left. Every single turn was the exact landscape that was in my dream. I was running out of breath, and my legs were in pain but I, as a crazy man, ignored them all.

Time had passed as I had reached the last turn. I was right. The horizon of the river that sparkled like glitter was real— but this time, the bridge wasn't cotton at all.

It was a stone bridge arching over the river, lampshades were placed in rows in a considerable distance, the pavements on the sides were slightly elevated for pedestrians. It was empty until I saw the same silhouette protruding from the arch. I approached her, the same person I met coincidentally in the coffee shop , the same person that guided me in the garden and the staircase, and the same person who was my best friend and my crush. Luckily enough, it looked like she was about to leave so I was right on time.

I called out her name whilst still catching my breath. "Arn!". She immediately turned to my direction, and as I was approaching her. I asked.

"You had the same dreams, didn't you?"

"I did."