I finished the letter (unsigned) and folded it up, setting it on the table next to my chair. I didn’t feel like going back home, or moving for that matter, so I sat and stared at the faded blue and green carpet, until a pair of white tennis shoes caught my eye. They looked like an old pair of Dana’s I remembered from watching her train a while back. I looked closely at the person wearing them, noticing quickly that it was a man as he turned around. I shook my head, feeling stupid. I’d been seeing Dana in everyone lately, and it was kind of freaking me out. Yesterday I saw a women with a brown sports jacket that looked like one she used to wear, and earlier today, when I was in line for my coffee, I thought the lady in front of me was her. She’d had similar high cheek bones, and that wavy brown hair I loved. But it hadn’t been her. It was never her.

            I rested my head on the arm rest of the chair and closed my eyes, suddenly becoming very tired. I don’t know if I actually slept, or just dozed off for a second. All I knew was that the fabric felt good on my skin… The next thing I knew, someone was standing over me, calling my name and shaking my shoulders. I opened my eyes to see brown chestnut orbs staring back at me.

            “Fuck…” I muttered, blinking and sitting up a little. I glanced back at the person who had woken me up with surprise. “Dana?”

            “Hey, sleepy!” She said laughing, crossing her arms. My mouth was suddenly very dry, and I was finding it hard to breathe. She was actually here, after I’d been avoiding her for weeks, thinking about her for months, she was finally here. “So, do you sleep here often?” She joked, pushing me over in the chair and sitting down, practically on top of me. I jolted over quickly, trying to find more space in the chair. Why was she doing this?

            “No, I was just…doing some writing.” I said, my eyes downcast, trying not to look at her.

            “What’s that?” She asked, reaching for the letter on the table. My reflexes kicked in, and I snatched it up and shoved it in my pocket before she could read it. She grinned, raising her eyebrows at me. “What, were you writing a love letter or something?”