At night I see myself back home. The dream is so realistic it feels like it's not a dream anymore but I am getting used to feeling this way. It happens almost every night and sometimes I wish I never have to get up again. But the dreams are treacherous and leave as soon as the clock ticks to 6.
When I wake up I see that the covers are over me and Chris is not on the other side of the bed. He must have put it on me when he saw I saw cold. It's still dark outside and it's just too shivering cold. I squeeze my eyes trying to locate him but I don't think he's in the room. I lay down covering my face with my hands trying to recall the dream and feel ignited with happiness inside me. I hear the bathroom door open and Chris comes out looking sleepy as hell. It's practically not conducive to get him out of bed before 7. He would rather pee on the bed than actually get up and go to the bathroom. Today I'm dumbstruck.
"Why are you up so early?" I ask him as he slowly comes and sits at the foot of the bed.
He makes no answer to my question.
"Do you want to tour London with me today?" he asks after a forever long pause.
"That should be good. But what about the practice?" I ask
"Peter and Naomi have made plans today so I don't think it's possible. They are acting like they are on their honeymoon." Chris grimaces.
I chuckle a little "Are you jealous?" I tease wiggling my eye brows.
He rolls his eyes "Oh yeah! Very jealous, you have no idea." he says sarcastically.
I chuckle and get up to go to the bathroom. "By the way thanks for the duvet" I say and enter the bathroom.
~*~
We sit at the breakfast table deciding where to go first. There is so much to see and explore. I am not one of the typical tourists really, I could sit and spend my time in a garden than visit every tower or museum.
After studying Chris for a while I see our opinion on touring is similar. We decide to go visit the Buckingham Palace, Big Ben, St. Paul's Cathedral, the global theatre and the Tower Bridge and the, the London Bridge and the rest just walking around. Okay maybe I am little of a normal tourist.
"Where to first?" He asks me
"Uhm the Buckingham palace, I always dreamt of going there" I tell him
"It's a half an hour walk from here. Shall we?" he says as we exit the hotel.
It's fascinating to be in London of the 1960's. When I was here with my family we couldn't go to the palace because dad had diarrhoea and the plan got cancelled. Mom promised me we would go but it didn't happen.
He asks me why I love it and I narrate almost half the history of England. I usually spend my Friday nights sitting and reading these. Well that explains my social life.
"Queen Victoria was the first to reside at the palace in the 1830s" I say as we reach the palace.
"That's amazing how much you really know about London. When was it built?" he asks
"1703 and it was particularly made for Queen Charlotte" I say
He nods and we walk towards the gate. It comes out to be a disappointment because we aren't allowed to enter. Back in my time it's open to public, not the whole thing but a part of it.
"Well there is going to be an art gallery in Buckingham Palace by Christmas 1961 so maybe they'll open it for the public."
"Says who?" I say absolutely devastated.
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