i sat down in a dark, wood-paneled room. i knew i was in a cafe, but it felt like a wild west bar. later the coffee bar itself in the heart of the cafe was being pulled up out of the water it floated on because one of the barrels keeping it afloat was failing.
but anyway, i was sitting down. i saw you across the room. it's just shy of twenty years since i saw you last, but my mind had an idea of what you'd look like now. our eyes met across the room and you said "kristie?"
i nodded and you came over. turned out you've been living in san francisco, but didn't want to tell me in our recent correspondence because it was all very tenuous, your being here, for some reason.
i was so happy to see you.