Smile plastered on her face, she didn’t’ know how to respond to his whimsical fancy of flying.  Instead, she continued to walk alongside Andrew, listening to his remarks about other art work.  In some ways, their growing familiarity created a deeper chasm, separating them.  Learning that her curse was someone else’s dream seemed like a cruel joke life was playing on them.  She wanted to be normal and he wanted to be different.  How could she tell him what a burden keeping her skill a secret was, the constant self-evaluation and denial, did he really understand what he was talking about?  Longing for something in theory was different than understanding what it really meant to live it every day of your life.<br/><br/>Romantic evening coming to an end, Hannah thanked Andrew before catching a minicab home.  Behind closed door, she allowed herself to weep bitter tears, vowing she would never see him again.   Twenty-seven years of keeping flying a secret, she felt the handsome man was testing her mettle. If she chose to share her secret, would it be the end of her? Was he serious or was he just sharing a fleeting infatuation? He could reject and expose her to the world, and still walk away fancy-free.  There was no risk to his life and total ruin for her's.  Crying herself to sleep left no room for dreaming.