Cars rolled by the shop with a gentle hiss from the wet roads. Elly sighed with her gaze looking over her steamy cup of coffee and out the shop window. Over the view of well kept flowers, and across the road, was a small bench with an overhang and a reflective wall that showed a murky image of the shop. She would stare at the vague image almost as if she was looking into a portal or alternate dimension. It would be a place where things would be similar but different. A place where the air would dance like it did in her dreams. 

With that thought, she slipped into a memory of how her dreams often began. Elly would be either on a high balcony of a classy hotel, a rooftop of a tall business building or another place where she could see for miles and miles. The air would push past her with a wild aggression. It would rush over her again and again, pushing her closer and closer to the edge. At first, she would be terrified and tried to fight against her elemental aggressor, but only to be struck with another power blast of wind. There were times where she would fall backwards and other times where she would fall face first. The first fall of the dream would always seem new and terrible. She would scream and look down at the ground growing closer and closer unable to tear her eyes away. Then, the same powerful gusts of wind would save her. It was like some sentient force was within the wind or perhaps it was a living thing. Elly would rise high into the air and fall like a leaf, but a sign that the dream was about to end would be whispers on the wind. They would first be very faint like the sound of rustling leaves, but they would grow louder and louder. It seemed like each time she had a dream, the whispering was getting closer to actual words. It was almost like someone was trying to tell her something.

Elly looked down and blinked seeing she had drank all her coffee whilst in the midst of her daydream. She hurried to the sink in the back of the shop to rinse it out. There was also a notepad and a cordless phone that rested near the counter where they would dress the flowers. There were rows of different ribbons and ties. They kept different vases in another room for fear of breaking them. She looked over the list of orders by the phone and made sure there weren't any orders that had been overlooked. Nothing seemed to be out of place. 

The high tone of the bell chimed through the shop. She looked around the doorway to see a young man stepping out of the rain and up to the counter. "Hello!" She smiled while walking from the back room to greet him. "Is there anything I might assist you with today?" It was the normal scripted response she told people when they entered the shop. It was so reflexive that she would say it even if someone who worked there walked in.