My dreams are very vivid and generally lend them selves to narratives. So hopefully for your enjoyment...
The hospital room was empty except for her and I.
"You're with the Workshop aren't you?" The question was tentative but I'm positive she knew the answer already.
"Yes...yes I am...I'm a killer." I gave her a wolfish smile. This is what killers do after all right?
She smiled back. Her smile looked strange on her, I think it wanted to be somewhere else like outside in the sun and away from me. Her pink scrubs were accusingly bright and innocent looking. The small silence afterwards was painful. I hate dealing with people on this sort of basis. I wanted to be away from her and her damn comforting presence, it made me uneasy. The irony of the dictomy is not lost on me.
"Well your wound is all cleaned up now." That smile ghosted across her face again.
It seemed there was nothing left to be said but, now that the moment was here I didn't want to leave. She looked absolutely radiant under those anemic flourecent lights.
"I should probably get going" I said as I lifted my hand and pointed a thumb at the door behind me. " I have to get back to work."
There was no mistaking the discomfort as her eyes shifted toward the floor. I let the silence linger for a moment and then let my arm fall back to my side. I left as quietly as I could and didn't look back. Maybe I should kill her...I think I love her.