non-lucid

On choir trip with high school choir.
Walking down a hallway which looks like a Harry Potter train corridor...windows look out onto sky...floor very high up, but I don't seem to mind.
Choir director talking to old history teacher...choir director wears a scarf, I compliment it.
I walk to my room, alone. There is no one else in the hallway.
I sit on my suitcase.
Brian walks in. My first time seeing him back from Germany, even though it was a choir trip.
We talk. I am on my guard.
He kisses me. I kiss back.
"Wow...you've changed," he says and smiles.
My spirits are soaring. The kiss was perfect.

Suddenly driving a car home. Thunderstorm. In a daze from Brian.
I realize I forgot my suitcase, tell my passenger this, then tell them I don't care. They don't understand why I don't care.

That's all I remember.