That Dream

I met a young woman from the middle east She asked me to walk her to town, and took my arm. She felt good, smelt nice auburn hair, white jacket and trousers, crisp cotton, studded with gemstones. We walked through an indoor market. It sold Moroccan lamps, gifts, cushions there was a dining area in the centre, with pale blue table cloths and dark blue candle holders, flickering. I bought her a tiny white wooden cage with little pigs in, all different colours. She said it reminded her of college. The saleswoman frowned at my five pound note, since the gift cost only 97p, but handed me the bag. The young woman opened it, and found inside a black silk lizard, and she could feel the little pigs inside. So I took it back and changed it. We walked with my arm around her her jacket was short, and my fingertips rested on her bare waist. I left her at the pub. She never turned to me, just continued walking, now dressed in black but she left me a gift she made me young. I walked out with all of the other women's eyes following me and then I awoke. And I felt so sad. I must drink whisky more often