The two exited Union Station with two paper bags overflowing with fried
clams (Tom had been generous; he sensed something) and a carton
container of apple cider, casually munching as they walked across the train
tracks down to a quiet place on the riverfront.
Dan took off his large jacket which made for an ideal picnic blanket. She
took off her shoes and sat down, and he sat alongside her. She leaned up
against him as they ate the clams and drank the cider. They both had a few
drinks at the dance, though they were not even remotely drunk. The cool,
sweet cider was a perfect accompaniment to crisp, salty clams.
It was getting late as they sat there, saying little, just watching the dark
waters dappled with the lights from the city and the clear night’s sky above.
Dan felt Daisy stir a bit against his side and noticed the steady rhythm of her
breathing, which meant she was almost asleep.
“Daisy, are you awake?”
he whispered close to her ear.
Daisy stretched and turned closer, pressing against him.
“It’s getting really late. Let me see you home,”
said Dan. He didn’t really want the night to end, but he didn’t want to ruin it either.
“No, not yet,”
Dan smiled, though Daisy couldn’t see it. He looked out over the calming
waters of the Illinois River and almost absentmindedly found himself slowly
humming the song they had just danced to an hour or so before.
She hugged him tighter as the lyrics ran through her head:
Think of me before you sleep
And we’ll be together in our dreams
When tomorrow the sun does break
Think of me when you wake
She was drifting off but thought, while half asleep, she heard Dan singing the
same lyrics but she couldn’t be sure because…
Dan noticed Daisy was now fast asleep in his arms. As he looked down upon
her, he felt like he had a new responsibility now. Someone to think about
other than himself. He was wide awake but wishing he too could go to sleep
with her in his arms.
So, he did what he always did when he wanted to fall asleep. He closed his
eyes and started counting whiskey barrels, all the while the song – their song
– was running alongside in his mind.
Who knows what tomorrow may come?
“100, 99, 98…”
Who knows what the day may bring?
“…97, 96, 95, 94…”
But tonight, we have each other
“…93, 92, 91, 90…”
Tonight, we have our dreams.