I was walking through the streets of a city that I didn’t recofnized. It was busy and bright, full of light and the air was cool and crisp. The morning was just beginning but the people were already out and about.
We were holding hands when suddenly I lost my grip and he disappeared. I never saw him again.
Then there was someone else with me, I didn’t recognize his face, but I knew him. We talked and were familiar to each other. We were looking for something or someone, but I don’t remember.