SYNCHRONICITY (Dream Walker) 🖋

Alison - 3

Alison got in a quick shower after having said hello to their dogs and the cats. She realized that she was hungry as she towel-dried her hair and slipped her damp feet into her slippers and secured the belt of David's housecoat around her waist then left the steamy bathroom and headed for the kitchen.

She heated up one of David's breakfast sandwiches; bacon, eggs and cheese on a croissant. She had made these up for him so that he could get a quick bite in-between client-lessons. She grimaced when she realized that there was only one left...and she felt her vision blur a bit. She thought about the conversations she had with Mike, and the nurse, and seeing the man's eyes as he had just lost his wife and wondered if the room would still be empty when she returned the next day.

She poured herself a glass of milk and tore into the microwaved sandwich, staring down at the three pairs of canine eyes gazing up at her adoringly. "Nope," she told them. "Not gonna happen. Not today. I'm tired." She pointed toward the landing at the bottom of the stairs. "Nightnight time," she told them. She watched in awe as the dogs got up and moved toward the stairwell, letting the dog with the most seniority go up first. The German Shepard Dog, opened the door latch with his nose and the other dogs filed in after him, with Alison pulling up the rear, turning off the lights along the way. She made sure the dogs were settled in and she closed the door and turned to the door to her own bedroom.

Then she took off the robe and slipped between the sheets of the unmade bed, thankful that there was a warm spot where a cat had been laying. And she closed her eyes, hoping that sleep would overtake her quickly.

It did.

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Alison found herself standing in an unfamiliar train station. She did recognize it however from photos and from film: she was standing at what made to look like Kings Cross Station, which she learned after having visited the real Kings Cross Station while touring the UK when she was nineteen. Whatever or wherever she was, Kings Cross wasn't it.

She walked out into the late afternoon and walked toward a small hotel, nestled between shops, pubs and restaurants. She opened the door and walked in. Hearing the amplified sound of music, she looked toward a narrow doorway and heard a lone guitarist playing his guitar and singing a rock ballad...a favorite, Stairway to Heaven.

Setting her suitcase down, she peered in, and smiled. Perhaps she would return once she checked into her room...She was in London and was excited to be there.

Picking up her mammoth suitcase, she continued on toward the front desk and checked in. She was shown to her accommodations and she looked around the small room. She saw a small doorway on the far side of the room, which was really only about eight feet away and headed toward it...the bathroom. She smiled. It was small, but since she was alone, it was far big enough. She laid her suitcase on the bed and began to unpack her belongings, taking her toiletries to the bathroom. She looked into the mirror and saw her nineteen-year-old self...She always loved these kinds of dreams...they were like foggy memories coming to light.

Her thoughts turned to the handsome English boy she ended up falling so hard for. How the hell was she going to find him in an international city? He was a man now, probably unrecognizable to her. She had long come to terms with the fact that if it was meant to be, she would.

Alison heard her stomach grumble and wondered if the pub was serving some sort of supper still, or at least junk food...she was starving. The airline food, although tasty, wasn't enough to satiate her appetite.

She wandered down to the front desk and asked about supper but was told that the pub was only serving snacks, but that there was a McDonald's down the street a block away.