Black Card Fever Dream by Rohini Alexandra
I tremble with anticipation.
I’ve waited my whole life.
He moves closer.
I’m enveloped in a heady cocktail of aftershave and fabric softener.
I see the thread count on his shirt.
I stare at his cufflinks.
I look up and meet his gaze.
His lips part.
Things are about to get first-class.
‘It’s a dream,’ he says.
‘I know right,’ I say, stroking his tie.
‘I meant this is your recurring dream.’
‘Are you sure?’
‘Yes, I’m not a real person’, he says, running his fingers through his hair, which drops back into place.
I tremble with anticipation.
Rohini Alexandra is a lawyer in Melbourne.