Written by lost in a dream.

This beautiful rainy day in Paris is very different from lost in a dream’s rainy garden! Image courtesy of visualise.us.

It was a rainy March day when I found him.

The first time I saw him, he was looking up at me from the floor. His unruly white hair soaked with rain, his eyes darting from side to side. Someone must be missing him, he needed to go home. I didn’t know what to do.

I walked back towards the house, I would ring the police, yes, that’s what I would do. I made it to the patio, then I got the biggest shock of my life. There he was staring at me from patio door. How did he overtake me? Never mind how, he was coming straight towards me. He looked terrified. His eyes were wide and childlike in aged face and his body was shaking. He kept coming towards me until we were centimetres apart. That’s when I saw it.

A little puff of white, expanding and contracting on his face. I reached out to touch it but he kept blocking me with his hand. He was getting aggressive. I started to get angry. There was something wrong with him and he wouldn’t let me help him. I went to hit his hand out the way. He moved his hand to hit me. He looked as strong as I was, his eyes burning with the same anger. It was MAD.

I heard a smash and watched the glass of the patio door fall down.

It was a rainy March day when I lost me.