When it breaks.

I dreamt of you. God, how strange, to dream of someone like you. It's been years since I've transcended from a dream into another dream, and carried it on with someone else as well. You stand, 5 " 5, red coat, brown duffel bag, black floral tights and a pair of dolly shoes. Red hair as well. It's cut, jagged but styled.

So there you were, standing in an airport terminal, surrounded by people and noises, yet still you remain alone. Just there, knowing that you'll see someone soon, and you'll be going away from it all to somewhere far and wide.

Now, I ask myself nothing, I just do. I walk towards you, grab your hand, and you grab mine. We run, hearing echoes of whistles of fat security guards, their boots treading the ground hard, whilst your dolly shoes and my Vans fly.

We're nearly there, ready to board and depart, just waiting to leave this dream, and enter the timezone of another. You don't know why but you laugh constantly, and I follow suit. We don't know each other at all, but we know we want to run.

So, we board the plane, but it's a shell of a plane and a doorway to another world. A land of autumn. Leaves of Japanese blossom trees all shed their bodies and fall to the ground as we do too. The whole crew is sitting on the concrete floor as we look around us. A forest of blossom trees all performing for us.

I close my eyes and know you do too. Tighter grip on your hand, we descend further, and land onto a road, and you open your eyes. You can vaguely hear some television in the background but ignore it. Instead, you pirouette as I spin your elegance a few rotations, back and forth, giggling away and smiling.

"Come on. Let's go," you say. I follow. "Ok, Levee."

"Levee, not Levee."

I won't make the mistake again, as we walk through and past all these abandoned apartments. We sight your favourite restaurant, and we enter the Chinese place. You find a place to sit and light a cigarette. I find out I've been chain smoking. A hell of a lot it seems, the cough I've got is quite a wheezy one.

But I order, and you sit there, elegance defined. Your smile hides a wink, and then reveals it, and I knew that as the phone rang in my pocket, the dream was over.