GABRIEL
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.
