Blood pumps through my head. I reach into the bag, its smooth surface slides across my skin.  My fingers grip something thin.  I pry my eyes open. We should meet up sometime was scribbled across a crumpled yellow sticky note.  My heart skipped a beat.

I clutch a rosy red bag and twirl around my room happily prancing in cloud nine.  Until I hear a noise that signals my sadness hurling me back through the Earth’s atmosphere and smashing me onto the cold hard ground. The sound of ripping paper bags will forever remind me of my dreams which were crushed, stomped on, stabbed, boiled with salt and served with lemonade.

I sprint back to the shop, my legs moving as fast as a bullet. To my disappointment ...its closed. My heart sinks even lower into my shoes. I collapse onto a park bench with the scraps of the shredded bag. Out of the corner of my eye I see an identical bag, still in one piece. A huge smile dances across my face.  It’s her! For minutes we just stare at each other. I’m slowly floating back up into my happy place.  My head is in the clouds.