Timothy Paradox

I was a pretty dim living room, sitting around a table with a bunch of other people. They were all Americans, or so it seemed. I felt like they could be my friends, as I felt at easy around them, and they included me in their conversations (normally I am simply ignored). The girl on my left was either Hayden P. or one of her characters. I looked at the TV, and there was a show on, subtitled in Dutch (my language). I thought this was suspicious - why would an American show, shown in the US be subbed in Dutch? The others had an explanation, but it still felt weird. They pointed out one of the guys was German. Anyway, I was happy with these guys. I thought to myself that there was nothing for me left back home in Belgium. All I ever wanted was here. I would do anything to get that green card.

It was night, and I was lying on my back, in bed. Through the open door I could still see the living room I was in earlier, and I think the others were still there. I noticed "Hayden" lying next to me, with some distance between us. I got a little closer and reached out for her, gently caressing her face and hair. The smile she gave me was one of acceptance, and love. We'd never spoken to each other, and yet we had this instant human connection. I went in for the kiss, and that's all I remember.