“Feels like a fever dream,” she said. I hoped it would never end, I thought, just like those seven days when we gave each other fever.

Looking back at our time together, all those whimsy moments we shared – those are the seven days I cherish the most. I loved how we decided to clean the house just after they left, and we ended up procrastinating for the next three days. It’s just so difficult not to hold each other and sleep all the time.

My heart surged with love when I returned to find how she had cleaned the house for me – wires perfectly managed, everything in its place. And, apart from all that, how she couldn’t let me go while hugging me at the door.

She cooked for me, making the food spicy even though it was unbearable for her to eat. We watched movies, got distracted, went back to the movies, and got distracted again. We smoked by the window, engaging in heartfelt conversations. We sat in the park for hours, laughing a lot. And, most importantly, on our way back from the park, we met Tokie.

I don’t dream often, but that was a fever dream before the actual Florence fever dream began. But that’s a story for another day.