Yes, tomorrow, when I meet him, I'll wear this.
All night, she couldn't sleep, trapped in a series of strange and peculiar dreams. Several times, she dreamt of meeting the rude man, but his face was always blurry. Sometimes he resembled a stranger, other times a familiar acquaintance. In her final dream, he astonishingly transformed into a vibrantly patterned tiger that roared upon seeing her, jolting her awake in fright.
She glanced at the clock. Oh my goodness, it's almost nine! she realized with a start. But didn't we agree to meet at ten in the morning?
She leaped out of bed, washed up, applied some makeup, and blow-dried her hair. After finally slipping into the dress, she glanced in the mirror. My eyes look a bit swollen, she thought. She considered applying ice, but there wasn't enough time. After a moment's hesitation, she hurried out the door.
The park wasn't crowded in the morning. In a nearby plaza, a few elderly people were quietly practicing Tai Chi.
