I know I’m dreaming, but I can’t wake myself up, I’m walking on the wooden bridge in Roses Park, the same bridge where I met Mercury earlier, but it feels different, it’s not like I’m waiting eagerly for my boyfriend but more like an impending end, an impossible fight, that I knew I wouldn’t win as if I knew I was going to die. It is early in the morning, the sun is just setting and the air feels damp from an early rain, the leaves are full on the tree and I can hear them swaying above me, I can hear the little one's animal flying, and the occasional...