Within My Mind?!

Prelude: I and my thirty-five-year-old self set a challenge: if I say yes to writing before midnight, I have to continue writing; else not. He somehow can enter my consciousness (I do not understand how so much happens in 14 years).   Battleground: My conscience. I was reasonably confident that he would never have the slightest idea of me spending time inside a bar. Well, it was more of a restaurant and less of a bar, but there was a bar component.  I sighed in relief before opening the door. I took a quick peek behind my back, saw no familiar faces, and went in. It was silent compared to what I had imagined, and I was tense. I saw each table occupied except one in the corner of the room—a vacant chair and a gorgeous lady. I walked slowly towards that table.  "Is this seat taken?" I asked with utmost politeness. "No. You can occupy," she replied in one of the most beautiful voices. I slid the chair slowly and adjusted myself with the least amount of noise. "Ar...