I approached this mansion that looked like something Gatsby might live in. Its Gargantuan, awe-inspiring face, like that of Ukraine's Ministry of Foreign Affairs, looked shamefully down at my minute existence. Inside I met up with several of my friends--most notably Nat and Brandon. After some time inside of the extravagant house making my rounds, Nat finally asked, "Haven't you talked to her yet?" He was shocked that I still hadn't met with the hostess of the party. It seemed rude of me, but at the same time I thought that it wasn't completely ridiculous. In all actuality, I was still surprised to even be at the party. Nevertheless, I was a guest and shouldn't be a snob.
Nat and Brandon accompanied to where the hostess was standing. The wooden floors looked golden beneath her feet. We exchanged brief pleasantries before she decided to take me on a tour of the grounds. We stepped outside into a beautiful, yet misty forest. The jack pines stood tall on the lush ground; the gray lake was freckled with lily pads. We walked side by side in silence with Nat and Brandon following a few steps behind. Apprehension clouded the air. Occasionally she turned toward me as if wanting to say something, but would hesitantly stop herself. Likewise I searched for the proper words to say. It was apparent that she had something profoundly honest that she wanted to share with me. Whether it was about the past or present, I don't know. I just know that on multiple occasions during our silent walk she struggled with what she wanted to say.
About that time, I awoke.
