She woke up, still dazed by her fantasies of a man she does not even know how he looked like.
In her head was a figure of a tall muscled man, with a built of a guy who’s often in a gym. In her head he was a knight in shining armor who’ll run to her in no time as soon as she calls for him. He was a fairy tale in her own reality. He was a diplomat. A Shakespeare kind of man.
Her day passes just like that, thinking of the face of the man who swept her feet in a glimpse. Still uncertain of the facts and how the real reality will clash, she let herself dream of a man she even isn’t sure if he was real.