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Bella dreaming

We were shown a picture of Havana, Cuba, in Friday's writing group. This is what fell out of my pen:

Bella was dreaming, a real dream, not just the usual clouds of pillowy softness, but being herself in a place, not Paris where she actually was, but Havana, she was in the photograph of Havana that hung on her hotel bedroom wall. Her dream self knew all this.
She was floating along the streets, just above the pavement, looking in through the windows of the buildings as she floated past. Some of them showed other times and places, like 3D films.
One window gave out onto the living room of the house she'd lived in as a child. There they were, her mum and dad, fussing over her sister Gina, and there she was, sat behind the sofa, un noticed. In the dream she called out to the child Bella, "Hey! You! Hold on, it will get better! This lot don't deserve you. You will have a good life once you leave then behind."
Yeah, dream adult Bella thought, I will and I am, aren't I?
The next window showed snowy hills - the cold seeped out into the hot Havana streets, creating a misty haze around the window frame. Bella moved swiftly on - she didn't want to be cold, thankk you very much.
Suddenly an engine started up and the big car from the foreground of the photo nudged her in the back of her legs.
"Come on, get in," it said. "You don't want to hang around here all your life. You've got places to go, people to meet, things to get done. Get in. Let's go!"
The door opened and Bella sat down on the scruffy leather seat - a long bench seat that stretched right across the width of the car. She sat on the left, but there was the steering wheel, shaking with impatience, wantting her to take control. The gear lever sticking out from the dashboard gave a little jiggle about and said to Bella, "Don't worry, we're all automatic round here. Just drive, baby. You can do it."
A huge surge of confidence swept through Bella, a tangible feeling starting at her toes, her feet tapping happily on the worn strip of carpet, growing and expanding up her legs, her wonderful legs that carried her everywhere, into her torso, her powerful torso, home to all the fabulous organs which kept her alive - each one gave a little wave as the confidence, quite thick and golden, passed through and on into her beautiful, amazing head.
OK. Let's go! she said and woke up.

1:36 p.m. - 12.09.21

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