He figured, sooner or later, he would run into her, but he never thought that it would be in a dream.
A lot of time - more than fifteen years - had passed since the “event.” You would think that after having seen each other for over seven years, to forget to clear the redial on his telephone would have been impossible. Well it wasn‘t, and that failure ended a lot of things; the marriage, the affair... life as he knew it.
It was ugly; the lover, the wife, the lover’s husband, both sets of children - everyone was affected. The divorce rolled in like a tornado drops into Kansas.
He saw her one last time before heading west and asked her if she wanted to come with him.
She said, “No,” and he never saw her again.
The years passed; Chicago turned into New York, being alone turned into a new love while thoughts of her eventually reached the point of being nonexistent.
It wasn’t until the now-new couple decided to move back to his old home town that the question was raised about the chances of crossing paths with her.
Yet, it never happened, and, that’s the way it stayed until one night that he had this fleeting dream of her.
He was entering a store when he saw her walking out the other door.
“Susan,” he said softly, yet loud enough for her to hear.
She turned, smiled a knowing smile and said in the sincerest of tones, “I love you,” then thought for a moment before adding, “Is that all right to say?”
He simply nodded and said, “You can say what you want.”
It was then that he woke up, looked at the clock and mumbled to himself, “Yeah, four-twenty in the morning, my dream time.”