she walks in beauty

"Exspecta. momento exspectare, scio te?"  Is eam per rimarum densarum ormatum spectaculis intuens, per internum visorum catalogum discurrens.

 "Vidi te, novi te."

 Risit, sciens, et ludus.  Somnium fecerat ei Dominus tentator;  Verisimile esset evigilare sine multa memoria qui adulationem in vultu tenebat, modo obscurum subconscious mulieris impressionem subridens subridens et vultu non satis loco. 

"wait. wait a moment, do I know you?" He peered at her through the rims of his thick rimmed spectacles, running through an internal catalogue of faces seen. 

"I've seen you, I know you." 

She smiled at him, knowing and gamine. Dream had made her a temptress. He would likely wake without much memory of who held the adulation in his expression, only a dim subconscious impression of a young woman with a wry smile and a face he could not quite place.

-----Erubian Accords, 11/02/23 

My alarm was more abrasive than usual, I pressed the offending button as I woke from a dream in which I had gotten what I wanted. 

'Superstition' plays amongst the clamor of the coffeeshop, I thumb through my newest acquisition: a book of masonic cipher. It was all shorthand, nothing legible without the context of memorized ritual. I hadn't thought of myself as superstitious, though I clung to the idea of Roman auspice and somniantes. My day had been marginally less bleary, I'd met up with a friend to catch up and peruse antiques. She'd told me of her budding romance between her and an unlikely suitor, asked me of my own dalliances. I relayed nothing but the short encounter at the ball, an ironically true Cinderella moment. 

"oh my god, 'I didn't even know his name', that's such a ball moment" she giggled to which I laughed, exclaiming adamantly. 

"I don't! I didn't ask, I should have." The cold was more bearable with the warmth of the evening sun as we walked the stretch of pavement to the dorms. 

"Age is just a number" she'd said in a sing-song voice.

"Yeah, well. Even so, I doubt I'll ever see him again." I laughed drily, pocketing my hands. 

"don't be sure, he's probably local." I doubted the notion, I knew others had traveled a way to get there. I was ready to categorize the fleeting encounter as such, it was a missed oppurtunity rather than a fated meeting in my eyes. 

"well maybe this will help you with this one." she said, swaying a bit. 

"yeah, maybe. Now that I have the foresight." We paused to cross the street. 

A side glance. "did you write about him?" She asked wryly. I nodded, amused. 

"of course. Had to romanticize the situation." 

She nodded in satisfaction. "good."