Hope is a waking dream
Should she appear bold enough and take the risk, her heart pounding as she dialed the number and waited for someone to respond; her throat drying up as soon as she heard the greeting at the other end of the line; and improvising whatever she needed to say, although she had already practiced it in her head so many times?
Or should she just forget about it all? If it was meant to be, they would call her themselves. Wouldn’t they?
Should she just leave it up to fate? Or should she give it a push herself? Maybe they did need a reminder. But what if they thought she was too forward by calling?
She tossed and turned in bed, unable to sleep, the “what-ifs” circling in her head.
Alison managed to sleep for a couple of hours.
In the morning, the dilemma was still in her head. But in the spur of the moment, without thinking too much about it, she took the phone and dialed. All she could do now was hope.
If it worked out, great; if it didn’t, then at least she tried.
“Hope is a waking dream” – Aristotle.