1. Meeting my boyfriend's date 2. Flying to my date

1. It's a beautiful, sunny day. Boyfriend and I have decided to spend the next few days apart. This beautiful someone he's  met through online common interests has a delicate frame. She has a calm femininity that I don't have. She's wearing black and maroon. He's into her. We've talked about it before; it's supposed to be fine for him to date. I purposefully sit far on one side of the couch; she sits on another couch and he sits somehow behind and above her, such that he can kiss her forehead. I'm a little distracted because I feel like I need to go to my own date. But I'm mesmerized by watching what he'd do with another person. I have a slow simmer of jealousy and I know that I need to get out of there. I go to the kitchen and her mother is there, stocking the whole house with food that has already been sorted onto labeled shelves.

2. I make sure I have my phone and that it's charged. If it is charged, I can use my googlemaps app, and as long as that little dot is in motion on the screen, I am able to fly. I was going to meet a friend in Seattle. A friend who, yes, I'm attracted to, but not in a developing kind of way. He is former military and so I ask him if I should stop anywhere specific over the base in Lakewood. I feel like I have a secret, in that I am flying there to see him. With my arms. Over the sunny, green grass. Like a goose. Like a witch. More like a goose.

I wake up certain that I should try flying today.