My Hot Italian Summer

I had this dream I was on a remote Italian island, alone. The heat was constant, the air thick. A mysterious woman kept appearing in the distance, like a vision from an old Italian film that I couldn't look away from. Was she real, or a hallucination that can just as easily slip away from my gaze? I want her so badly to want me back. To break the fourth wall and choose me. I woke up hot and sweaty, already thinking about booking a flight to go find her.