He was sitting across from me the room. There was a magnetic pull coming from his
body to mine. I just wanted to go over
and touch him. I turned away but had to
look back. He was looking at me. There was something in his eyes. I could barely catch my breath.
I crossed the room scarcely aware of anyone else in the
room. I lean into him allowing him to
glimpse my cleavage.
“It’s Friday,” I said.
“Would you like to go out with me this weekend?” I stood back up to gaze into his face for his
reply.
“I sure would,” he replied and then unbelievably he said, “For
you are my sun, and my stars and my moon.”
I told him he could have anything in my world.
And he said to me, “I’m looking forward to it.”
My soul had climbed so high that I didn’t notice that I had
sat back down across the room. I know I
floated there. I was imagining myself
biting his earlobe. I was envisioning
him licking my chest.
It’s about that time I woke up. I was so disappointed. My heart was broken. I wanted to have that date with him.
I have no romance in my life so I guess I am dreaming
it. It’s nice to believe there is still
romance in the world. I hope everyone
reading today has romance. I sometimes
miss it.
I was looking up quotes the other day and found this one.
Isn’t that just kick ass?
I discovered recently that when I say the word “them” I am
actually saying “thum”. What is wrong
with me? Several years ago I realized
that when I said “for” it came out as “fur” and then I noticed my children
doing it also and then the hubster was doing it. I now have to study everyone for their “thems”.
I have a major love/hate relationship with those kinds of dreams. I *LOVE* having them - what a splendid emotional crescendo! - but I *HATE* waking up from them. In a way, they highlight what's lacking. But then again, I wouldn't give them up for the world!
ReplyDeleteWe need to work on developing lucid dreaming skills so we can have those dates. ;-)