Under the radiant sunlight stood a man.
His dark hair glistened as the wind softly flew across it. His board back faced the glorious skyline.
I walked closer towards him and as if noticing a sudden movement he turned around to face me. He smiled and slowly began to remove his mask.
I waited.
But before I could glimpse at his unmasked face, the world around me turned blurry.
I ran towards him but before I could touch him, another man appeared.
The blue masked man held my hand and soon the world around me faded away.
The bright morning sunlight engulfed my face. I squinted my eyes open.
I was faced with a plain white ceiling and an enormous light hanging down from the center. I rubbed my eyes awake trying to distinguish between my dream and the reality of last night.
The clock on the side table read 6:50 am, almost time for our Saturday morning jog. I quickly freshened up and put on my running outfit.
