Whouffaldi | Impossible Girl

B&B

CLARA

Deciding I needed some fresh air to clear my head, I booked a B&B in Devon to spend the weekend at. The drive was peaceful and the orange motorway streetlights reminded me of stars as they flew past. Of course, they were no way near as impressive as the real thing.

Once I had reached the Bed and Breakfast and hung the couple of outfits I brought in the wardrobe I went for a walk along the seafront. The waves lapped gently against the soft sand beach, dimly illuminated by the radiant moon and the occasional lamppost. The shops and hotels were beautiful: souvenir shops, nostalgic cafes and particularly standing out was 'The Waterfront' restaurant. Inside I could see waiters delivering to tables and couples dining in the romantic atmosphere. Tempted by the wafting smell that escaped the front door as a tall man whose face was covered by a large coat entered, I began to walk over before realising I had left my purse in my overnight bag. Disappointed, but not wanting it to ruin my evening, I carried on my refreshing walk. It distracted me for a while from the hole inside of me.

Gusts of wind blew into my face and I closed my eyes against the growing storm. Suddenly, I felt a presence besides me, a shadow of The Doctor, holding my hand just like in my dreams. His strong yet gentle hand was large enough that it almost totally enclosed mine. I felt crazy for imagining such a thing but I was grateful for the insanity. However, almost as soon as I felt his warm hand it was snatched away from me again; the apparition had vanished into midair. Sighing, I wrapped my coat tighter around me and headed back to the B&B for the night.