*Zac*
I know it’s a dream, but I can’t wake myself up, no matter how much I want to … instead I am forced to move through my past, seeing my first meeting with Madison, that faithful Christmas six years ago.
I am sitting in a slightly danky bar, having a beer. A little down the bar a pretty Young woman is sitting alone, eating a steak, and looking like she wants to be left alone.
“If you don't mind me asking, what is a pretty lady like you doing eating alone here on Christmas eve ?” The sleazy bartender says, leaning over the bar towards her.
She gives him a small, kinda tight smile. “I missed my flight home”.
“And where is home at ?” The bartender asks. “Your accent says you are not from around here”.
“Hey buster, you know what I bet the lady wants for Christmas ? Some peace and qui
