Seated high in the back row amongst her classmates, assembled in a large auditorium a hush blanketed the noise of everyone settling into their places. Conversations trailed off, laptops snapped open, tapping keyboards and rustling snack bags quieting the room as the speaker moved front and center of a sunken stage with podium and microphone. The tall man stood confident and relaxed with his hand on the open notebook which lay on the podium, his other hand deep in his jean pocket. He squinted a few seconds as his eyes adjusted to the spotlight softly illuminating his figure, watching the faces of the students dim to near complete darkness save for the faint glow that outlined the monitors of their laptops and mobiles.
Taking a drink from the water bottle on the stool next to him on stage, he cleared his throat and then launched into his two-hour lecture. Animated and lyrical his voice was deep almost musical with resonance of meaning and insight. Steel blue eyes were dancing with enthusiasm and unbenonsed to the 40 year old he was enchanting at least one girl with his charismatic personality. Some words lost all meaning and Jane found herself transfixed in those eyes of his, watching his mouth form the sounds of his speech she instantly; as only one can do in a dream, was now sitting in the front row and he was walking towards her. Looking directly at her, he leaned down resting his hands on the back of her chair, she could detect the scent of his shaving cream as he stopped talking and simply kissed her. Savoring the thrill, Jane tasted his passion and felt the surge of excitement throughout her entire body. Slowly opening her eyes, she was standing in her kitchen staring out at the bare trees of winter through the frosted window. Smiling she sipped her coffee.