I sing you to me

I decide to convince my co-worker to watch my patients while I "run downstairs real quick." Actually I'm going to run down three flights of stairs and three blocks away from the hospital to suck down an American Spirit, run back three blocks and up three flights of stairs, brush my teeth and berate myself for being a smoker.

On my way down the stairs a familiar head of dreadlocks looks up at me, holding his mop inside its bucket.

"Our energy is strong today."

Like always, I blush immediately, look at the ground, and doubt his sincerity. "Why is that?" I say.

"I thought you to me." I stare at him openly. "I was standing here cleaning these steps and I thought about you so hard that you came right to me." He is grinning ear to ear.

"Yeah right," I laugh a little too loudly and it echoes in the stairwell.

"You don't think I'm for real, but I am. Feel my heart beating right now," he gestures for me to put my hand on his chest. I reach out and put my hand on the right side of his chest. I then realize the human heart is on the left. We laugh. I look away and turn red.

"I know that I will see you again today," he smiles as he starts mopping.

I walk outside no longer craving a cigarette. I smoke one anyway.