I had a dream that night that I was speaking to James. It had been months since I had last seen him online through Skype on our break up session and somehow in my dreams he would be next to me in my bed sleeping. Off and on throughout the night.

I woke up with the sunlight shining through my windows. I was getting text messages from Luke. He loves sending me his ‘Good Morning’ with at kiss at the end of it. I wasn’t really feeling the good morning since I had too much to drink last evening. I now wake up in a bigger and brighter room with a double bed. My clothes and belongings are all in order where they should be. At times I wake up thinking, “Where am I?”and have to remind myself that I have made the dramatic crazy move of leaving lovely Warsaw in December and back in London on my own without James.

I am no longer in Warsaw. Weird.

I’m trying to remember what happened last night; drinks flowing pints after pints at the nearest pub where I live, dancing to some funky music and odd enough, having my first post-break up meeting with James.

It wasn’t a dream. He had been in my bed all through the night sleeping naked next to me.

Shit.