He smiled at me, the smile I’d seen umpteen times…but it was somehow different now, brighter, warmer. In my dream-like nirvana, his smile seemed more real than ever.

I made my way toward the bench. I didn’t walk, per se, or transport instantly…it was more of a floating sensation. I saw myself drawing closer to him, and all I could see were his eyes.

I sat down on what should’ve been a hard bench, but it felt much more like a cloud than stone.

“Hello,” he said to me. His voice was even more musical than it usually is. “I’m sorry I made you wait so long.”
“Sorry?” I asked him, suddenly puzzled at the word. Ironic, since he’d often commented on my ridiculous use of that word.
“Could you ever forgive me?” He asked, the usual confidence gone from his face.
Again I was confused. “What’s there to forgive?”