He was stunned – the stranger in front of him looked exactly like the girl he’d been dreaming about. Her vivid orange locks danced in the wind; flowing with the rhythm of the tide. Without even the slightest flinch, the waves crashed against her legs. As the next wave began to form, she turned to face him. Her eyes were piercing. They were as bright as the first sliver of blue after a lengthy storm. They were familiar. A strong sense of déjà vu swept over him. His eyebrow shot up as he slowly turned his head to face his watch. It was 8:00 in the morning. He shivered, then looked behind him only to find a toddler with her mother. She was holding a bright yellow balloon. Then, she wasn’t. The wind had stolen it from her. It scurried away with the balloon in hand – the toddler began to bawl. Somehow, he knew that was going to happen. He also knew that in thirty seconds, a sandcastle a child was making would surrender to the strong pull of the waves. He shook the feeling off of him then began to stroll towards Dream Girl. She tilted her head, offered a welcoming look to him, then closed her eyes. He walked closer to the water, slowly wading deeper and deeper, until his head was submerged in salt water. Though the water burned his eyes, he could faintly see the outline of Dream Girl swimming towards him. Once she had gotten to him, she reached out her hand. He had expected her to help him, but instead, she pushed him deeper into the abyss of the ocean. He struggled for air. All went black.
His eyes shot open.
He scrambled frantically around his bed.
He got up,
got ready for work and went on his way.
While on his daily commute, he went by the pier at 7:59 am
and was shocked when he saw the orange-haired girl he had dreamed about.