Unseen Admirer on the Horizon

Today, during my part-time shift at the café, I thought about that strange dream again.
A sailor appeared out of nowhere, his gaze intense and commanding, like he’s seen too many storms.
It’s funny how those dreams stick with you, whispering tales of daring adventures or lurking fears.
I wonder if it means anything or if my mind just likes to play tricks after all these lonely nights.
Either way, it made me smile a little bit—as fleeting as a ship passing by in the distance.