Dream...or is it reality?

Couple nights ago, the cat was spending the night with me.  We had a long wonderful time together, which is rather unusual as I am often so busy with work and badminton ( I leave home at 6:50 am and don't return home until 11pm).  Given that I sleep at 1 or 2 am, I only have 1 or 2 hours care about her.

She is very outgoing.  She is not shy hanging around with strangers.  I was attracted to her immediately the first time I saw her.  Ever since, the time that I try to spend with her increases constantly.

That evening, being as cute as she always is, I really felt my love for the cat.  I don't want to leave Montreal without her. I enjoyed her company.  I was playing with her for a long time, petting her, teasing her and kissing her.  She would in turn playfully lick me, kiss me, scratch me and bite me over over my chest and arms.  I can feel the equal amount of love coming from her.  Although she couldn't admit it, I can really feel the love. 

I spent the rest of the night hugging her, using my body as her pillow and cushion.  When I talked to her things that I never dare to tell others, she would look at me straight in the eyes, acknowledging that she understood and was willing to listen.

I can feel from that moment I am crazy for her.  I really want to bring her home with me.  I was thinking of ways to convince her owner to let me have her, or at least let me bring her back to home for awhile.   Of course, there is no way that her owner would agree to that, even though he wasn't taking good care of her.  Seriously, I think I look like her owner more than him, and I definitely gives more love to her than anyone else.  He might have gave her hope and love before, but what's important is the future.  Is it me that can give her a brighter future, or is it he that could?

I really wished the cat could decide for herself who she should follow, but that's not the case. Like most cases in this world, the protagonists don't really get to chose what they want to do.  They are influenced by their families, their peers and even the society.  They are so influenced by the outsiders that their original desire are lost.  The outsiders impose what they think is logical on the protagonists, shaping them so much that they lost their originality (situation as described in the book 1984 by George Orwell).

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That night was so sweet to me.  I had a dream that night.  I was dreaming of taking her to Vancouver, taking her everywhere I go.  Honestly, the entire night was so sweet that it might have been my imagination.  Was it the alcohol that was causing the hallucination?  But it couldn't be.  The place was marked with her hair: on my clothes, my bed and my body.  The hair can affirm her presence, for no one has long hair like her, so soft, along with a sweet scent. 

I will never forget that night, regardless it is a dream or not.  I will always treasure it, as sweet dream like these only comes by once in a lifetime.