The only thing I could remember was walking for a very long time, not knowing how I got there, nor how I was going to return home. However, there was something strangely familiar to that bazaar, though I couldn’t tell exactly what it was. Taking a seat at the edge of the fountain in the main plaza, I observed the people around me: they were going about their lives with ease, not showing a single worry on their faces. Some of them had their hands full with all the things they had bought, while others were just browsing what the different stalls had to offer.

Someone stopped next to me and I noticed them inspecting me. “Aren’t you hot in those clothes?” they asked. They were right, how didn’t I notice before? The winter clothes I was wearing were far from adequate for that desert climate, and the fact that I was sweating profoundly had evaded my mind until that moment. I took of my coat and wool sweater, until only my t-shirt remained, placing them next to me fountain. Thinking about it, I didn’t know why I was wearing these clothes to begin with, so I decided to leave them there instead of having to carry such heavy clothes around.

As time went by, the bazaar had become quite busy, with people coming back and forth, all of them talking at the same time, making it impossible to discern what they were saying. Yet, from my vantage point by the fountain, I thought I recognized a face among the crowd. I didn’t know who that woman was, and attempted to follow her as she visited several stalls, whilst trying to jog my memory. Maybe we met a long time ago?

I was not used to such an environment, and navigating the crowd proved to be impossible for me. I could not reach her, no matter how hard I tried. How long had I been trying to get her attention? Was it just a couple of minutes, or maybe it had been hours? Perhaps I was wrong and we didn’t know each other.

The amount of visitors in the bazaar also seemed to have doubled, and I was being pushed and shoved around by the tide of people. I was starting to feel anxious. Disoriented. Exhausted. Moreover, the heat was finally starting to get to me, as I fell on the ground and fainted.

When I opened my eyes I found myself in a small room scarcely furnished with the exception of the bed where I was lying, a couple of shelves,chairs, and a small table. The blinds attached to the windows had been lowered to prevent the light and heat from coming into the room. How long had I been unconscious? How did I get there? I tried to sit back up but my body would not react, my limbs felt heavy, tired.

From the opposite side of the room I heard a door slowly opening, letting the bright light of the day into the room. As my eyelids started to close, I discerned a female silhouette coming into the room. I wanted to speak to her, to know her name, to know her. I struggled, until I finally fell asleep and only a distant memory remained.

Silence. A whisper (I’m sorry). And a kiss.