A morning after a long night of talking and listening to loud music in a bar with company is rattling and beatific. It is a marriage of great memories and fatigue. One can’t have a beautiful morning. Over the weekend, I met with my crazy friends from school. It was a time to talk about old times and new worlds. It was evident that everyone had grown. Life has given us a reason to keep fighting and lessons to remember. I was nervous about joining the party, but I did it anyway. I went in with an open mind. I wore a yellow shirt, cladding in a jean jacket, slim khaki trousers and black shoes. As I walked in, an old friend hugged me and offered me a seat next to him. Later on, I found myself talking to everyone. I couldn’t help but think about how time travels fast. It made me realize that I will soon grow old, and I thought about Jackie.”I might be other her.” It was a mature thought that occurred to me. It wasn’t like the first time I saw her. All I wanted was to have her in my life. “Daydreaming?” Richard blares. “Certainly not. I am awake.” “I am not conceived. It seems like I interrupted you.” He asserts. “Something on my mind, “I admit. “But it isn’t that serious. Just a flashback from last night.” “Interesting… The meeting is in ten minutes. “I will see you there.” 

We have a meeting to plan for the first quarter. We came up with a new project that requires more attention. Richard and I have a convincing strategy for our work. I emailed a copy to the head of programs. He immediately scheduled a meeting to get a clear understanding of the plan. We spent hours of study and revision to create new Ideas for the proposed changes in our design and delivery systems. The company hired a project manager to review the plan. It’s going to take a while. Everything has taken a different route. It isn’t the original creation. I feel alienated. I anxiously enter the boardroom and immediately set my eyes on a strange face. She seems excited. I majestically walk over to her. “Good morning… You should be the new member,” I offer a handshake. “Good morning… Yes, sir. That’s right.” Just before she completes her statement, Richard enters the boardroom with everyone. 

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