Dreaming out loud 

       It was a beautiful day on the Black Sea coast with my partner. We ran away from our daily routine to chill out together. 

       Everything was perfect: a remote location without any single person, a BBQ, and even this: a wooden gazebo with American whiskey… Why Whiskey? Ask someone else. I have no idea. We were so happy, drunk and in love. The only thing I remember is our overjoyed faces, which… I guess for some reason annoyed me. Especially his face. I think man should never be so overjoyed. He needs to be focused and ready to rock the world, doesn’t he?

       So, I decided to rub some salt into the wound and I said: 

—   Oh Gosh… I miss New Zealand so much! 

       He is a great patriot and he totally hates when I miss other countries. His face went a bit serious and I liked it more this way. 🤣 Then I continued: 

 ⁃ It is so beautiful! In New Zealand there are these bean bags everywhere, you have grass you can lay on and my favourite things… What do you call them? … Hammocks! I would love to just chill out on a hammock. I’d give my all for it! But instead, I will enjoy my bench. And the bench is ok. I love it here. I felt I sounded a bit spoilt and I stopped this story about wanting a hammock.

       Surprisingly he didn’t grin or smirk. He just said he needed some water for the barbecue and a speaker and went to the cottage. 

       I continued laying on the bench in the sun enjoying the leaves rustling and the sea waves creating fresh memories. To be honest at that moment I didn’t miss anything about New Zealand. I was in love with this day. Every single part of it. 

       He finally came and got a speaker and put on music. We shared jokes, laughed like crazy and dreamed about going down to the seashore. I heard some men’s voices. They were hammering something near our gazebo and their big dog who licked my hand, but we didn’t really care about anything. Especially strange people or dogs. We were so into each other that I was lost in his stories for an hour, when suddenly I stood up and saw… 

       A hammock I had been dreaming about. I was like: “God! Did you hear me talking about bean bags and hammocks?! Come on! God heard me! It was actually here! Did you see it?! I didn’t!” 

       He smiled and he didn’t say anything. He didn’t seem to be interested too much.

       But I was as happy as a baby who saw a cake. I pushed him into the hammock, we fell, we started rolling on the floor like silly kids. 

I got really silly.

       He said he wanted to go down to the sea, but I couldn’t stop being happy about finding the hammock. Finally, we went to the sea and I forgot about this hammock and New Zealand. 

       We had a great time. He actually fell off the cliff trying to get a flower for me. But he didn’t die, which is great. (fall off – падать, cliff — обрыв)

       Anyways, it was hilariously nice.

       The next day we went home.

       Two days later I was at home alone thinking about our trip, when suddenly it came to my mind: it’s impossible. That hammock wasn’t there at all when I wanted it. It magically appeared after me talking about New Zealand! How come!?

Ok… I finally got it! ALL THOSE PEOPLE hammering… The Dog…These were people who hammered a hammock!

       I called him straight away and said:

-Hey, you bloody conman! You put that hammock yourself! It wasn’t God listening to me! It was you!

He smiled and said:

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 ⁃ No, no! … It was YOU dreaming out loud!