pictures of you

I got some advice in a dream this morning. I was flying around a giant mall, and I went to hover over an escalator and accidentally cut off a twenty-something year old girl. She was strawberry blonde and her hair curled slightly near the bottom. I had earlier been having some fun cutting off girls who seemed snobbish, but I felt a pang of guilt after almost running into this one.

'I'm sorry,' I said, half-turning in mid air. 'That was a bit rude of me, wasn't it.'

She seemed to slightly appreciate the gesture, and the muscles in her face calmed a bit. Then the corners of her lips turned up slightly, and she replied:

'There's no such thing as rude, it's just that sometimes it's not your song.'