Not in Dreams, Not Quite Awake [Morpheus/2000]
Makaria shouldn't have been nervous as there wasn't really a reason to. It'd been months since she dreamed about him... Literally. He was there. He was a God that made dreams, or helped make them, or.. Well it got confusing. But she was still nervous about it. They'd left each other notes. Happened by the other once or twice awkwardly but didn't have time to say much. He'd even left her this really pretty star shaped jar filled with sand.. The simple note left with it said Remember. And she had? Oh she had. She thanked the heavens for remembering it. Even if it made her even MORE nervous. What was she going to say? What was she going to do? Did she look nice enough? Did she smell nice? Was she wearing the right clothes?
London was cold. Even in the sunshine. The form fitting pea-coat that was blue instead of black was nice. And when she'd looked at herself in the mirror she thought she looked nice. But was nice enough? The jeans, the nice dress shirt.. They were pretty. They were stylish. They were.. Well. it was cold! Her hair was down today. He liked it down didn't he? He'd played with it. IN THE DREAM. God what was she going to do.
Hyde Park, London England. She'd never been here before...
Makaria stood there beside Albert Memorial just like he said they'd meet. But he hadn't said what side and already the clock was chiming in that it was 3 O'Clock. Oh she hoped she wasn't on the wrong side. She was at the North end.. Well.
She started around the west side and toward the south.
What if he didn't come?
No why wouldn't he come?
But what if he didn't?
Makaria felt like she was going to be sick. She shouldn't worry this much but it was like her first date and normally people were nervous right? Right? or maybe she was just.. She needed to straighten her jacket and try to look natural. Though as she did she miss-stepped and met the ground instead. Hands and Knees caught her, thankfully. But she had to be in that position for a little while. Not only to catch her breath, but in hopes that the blush of embarrassment went away. "You're such a klutz." She said to no one except herself.