A foreign dream, another life.

I imagine you both slipping into a internet café to reconnect with the other side of the world for a brief moment in your day. Your gloved hand slips foreign coins into slots. The chink, chink, chink registering time and energy. You double click on the internet icon to commence your time. This starts a whirlwind of reminiscing since the last time you connected to “the other half”, as you like to call them now. The time ticks away faster than you expect. Your sabbatical has left you envisioned. And now that he is here, now that you have met him, everything has changed. You both are exhausted, dirty, thin, but you see him across the café, eyes focused on the screen, fingers rhythmically taping out his thought process, nothing else matters. Your hands are no longer numb as ice, your typing becomes a little faster, your memory a little better. You unzip your jacket. You take off your hat. You immerse yourself into this foreign world. You blend in. You live.