She was there. With her willowy grace, she walked towards him. An angel ordained from heaven. His heart raced, beating a tattoo on the inside of his chest. Her smile was bewitching, tantalizing. He walked towards her and embraced her in his arms. He gazed into her amber brown eyes and knew that she was the one. He angled his head forward, anticipating the kiss…
The bus gave a sudden jolt, waking him out his reverie. He shook his head and grinned to himself. He should have known it was a dream. He pressed the bell, alighted from the bus and watched as the bus trundled off, its taillights fading into the darkness of the night.
He turned and made his way slowly down the street. It was a clear night and the velvety darkness of the sky was riddled with the sprinkling of stars, which seemed as if each one was determined to outshine the other. A gentle breeze tugged lightly at the hem of his soccer jersey, sweeping through his straight jet-black hair. His legs felt like two dead weights. Fatigue filled every muscle of his lanky frame. Coach Fordman had drilled him especially hard today. Dan could still see the disappointment etched clearly on his face and his cry of “You’re mentally weak!” reverberating in his ears. His team had lost the practice match today and it was partly his fault.
The chime signaling the arrival of the elevator jarred him from his thoughts. He shuffled in, pressed the button marked ‘11’ and slumped against the walls, preoccupied with his thoughts. The doors opened and he exited. The blaring sound of the television could faintly be heard as he approached his apartment.
The warm glow of the lights greeted him as he entered his home. “So how was the match, Dan? Did you…” his mom enquired and stopped mid-sentence as the look on Dan’s face clearly gave her the answer.” He made his way into his room and threw his bag in the corner. He took his towel and entered the bathroom. Dan let out a sigh of satisfaction as the warm water buffeted his face and body, the tension ebbing away from his sore muscles.
He toweled himself dry and put on a faded Metallica T-shirt and shorts. Thoughts of the interview the next day with the head of the planning committee of the Freshmen Orientation, which would commence in the coming month of January, filled his mind as he threw himself on his bed. Exhaustion tugged at his eyelids, lulling him to succumb to the blissful temptation. Tomorrow I’ll ace that interview, Dan thought, as he closed his eyes. Tomorrow my life will change.
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