And that was when it had me. On the morning of the fourth day I carefully twisted the combination of the lock into my safe and took the pebble out. It...was warm to the touch. It had been waiting for me. I realised then that I had been waiting for it too. I put it in my pocket and went outside to my car. I got in and drove to a children's play park a mile or two away. For a while I watched the children playing carelessly. Boys and girls running back and forth, screaming. Girls queuing patiently. ”“Where’s home?”“It’s a village in the next county from ours, about 40 miles away from us, partly on the way here, actually. It’s a lovely old Manor House, dating back to medieval times. Lots of creaky floorboards, but full of character. It’s where I grew up and I love it there.”“Perhaps he will let me paint it?”“Probably, it’s just like the Forth Bridge, the maintenance on such an old house is —”Just then a little old Asian woman poked her head around the door.“Hello,” greeted Lyndsey.“Hello,”. "Can I help you?" she repeats."I..." I stumble. "I'm not sure. I've been having these dreams of waltzing with a beautiful woman. But I can't dance in real life." "Really?" she replies. "How about we try a waltz and see how many left feet you really have."Music fills the room. Music strangely similar to that in my dream. She approaches me and takes my hands. I find myself following her moves as we begin our waltz. As she and I twirl through the room, my confidence grows. I must have learned. ." She lolled around over his shoulder her fine rump high his hand gripping it firmly as he made sure the limo was leaving."Down stairs with you," he said with a playful spank of her behind Candice yelping indignantly her hand on her brow as if heavily drunk."I don't understand what's going on?" She mumbled as he descended the newly renovated steps to his rushed construction job, opening the cellar door. She felt so weak and detached, like a dream. Was it a dream?"Do you know how hard it is to.