When the thoughts in his head quietened, and the whirlwind of work clutter faded from his mind, he thought of her. She drifted stealthily into his vision without any prior consent. It would be seconds of a day dream later that realisation came and he would attempt to snap himself back into reality. It wasn’t easy, she seduced him in his dreams. Echoes of past words would suddenly emerge causing flashbacks to picture postcards that stuck in his head. He flicked through them, her intellectual look, her blazing smile and her features: he was hypnotized. As his resistance slowly disappeared, his conscious self began to return. He willed the pictures to be sharper, his memory deeper, senses stronger; dreams to be more substantial than reality. The stronger the will, the more the pictures faded. He saw them dissolve, and felt the crash landing of reality hit him hard.
He sighed, it was the third time that day he had become intoxicated by the same day dream, and he could do nothing to contain the smile bubbling to the surface like madness.
