Standing a pier, shacks stood 10 meters above the water. Shiny metal walls, like ones you'd see in Africa but unweathered and unworn. The sun danced off the blue water. On top of the shacks sat a girl and her cat. I needed to talk to her so I jumped off the pier. I decided that I would be able to jump the 50 meters between us. Looking down at the water, my body felt the weightlessness of flight and soft air blowing through my hair.
I set down with ease to find that only the cat remained on the roof. Behind me, the girl was waiting on the dock, looking at me. I don't remember jumping back across. Next I knew we were on her motorcycle, driving along a dirt path along the water. A city formed around us.
Shops swooped past on either side. These roads weren't made for cars, only people and bikes. The shops lights bounced off each others windows. At some point we got off the motorcycle and were walking.
Up some steps as I begin to realize how steep this city is. As if it were build on the side of a mountain, there steps and platforms stretching in front and behind. People hustling and bustling all around. I see the girl heading down the mountain, towards the mountain.
I'm compelled to follow. There is something we still need to say. I jump after her, sliding down the railings and dashing between people. Unfortunately, I wake before we meet again.