poetry in a dream

As I stepped out of the car, I couldn't help but notice how special the night was.

"I love old estates," I thought to myself as I breathed in deeply. Something about the air... the night sky... it was peaceful and calm. The roads across were quiet. Even the community club opposite looked quaint, somehow.

I stood in the middle of the carpark and faced the block where my step-aunt stays. I tried to recall the last time I was there. Maybe because it had been during the day, and it never occurred to me how different the place had become with the departure of the "golden arches". Gone were the aroma of the tantalising fries. In replacement was a simple, low-profile coffee shop.

I looked up to see my step-aunt's house. The next thing I knew, I was in her home, with the rest of my family. And suddenly, we were out in the corridor, looking down at one of the units below that had caught fire.

Flames were spreading wildly and smoke was billowing everywhere. We wasted no time to make our way down the stairs. When we reached the ground floor, it suddenly started pouring. Heavily.

I remember feeling cold and hugging myself. Then amidst all the chaos, my eyes darted to someone who seemed unbothered by all the noise.

There he stood, holding an umbrella, looking at me...

He was waiting for me.

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(dream: 2nd week of the 10th month)