What was I thinking? How could I have acted so stupidly dull-witted and scatterbrained in front of her? Why haven't I figured out earlier that I wasn't dreaming? How could I be so extremely dense as to think that I was in a dreamland and seeing her was all part of a very enticing and wonderful fantasy?
I was so dwelled up and occupied with my rummaging thoughts, about Lucy's pregnancy and losing Angelou in my life, that I couldn't even distinguish the difference between a dream from reality. My apprehension was numbing my brain making me a damn fool, not just in front of her, but utmost with my subordinate.
I felt so humiliated with my actions. I looked so totally unintelligent and ignorant, foolishly shaming myself. I must have been a laughing stock to her now. She must have been laughing her heart out right now, because of my doltishness. Just the thought of her crazily laughing because of my stupidity makes me want the ground to open up and eat me whole.
