Dreaming of Billy

I've dreamt of him before.

But never like this.

I'm a fan. I watched him on the show, I've seen his movies, I want to see him in a play. I have photos of him on my computer, I run a website that celebrates him.

I am happily married, loyal and faithful...

but not in my dreams..

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I was on a train.

No idea where I was going.

I looked like myself, only much better.

Long, thick, wavy blonde hair, flawless skin, and about 30 pounds lighter...

My cell phone dings,

A text? I don't text.

"How long until you are here?"

who is this?

I don't reply.

I don't know who it is.

Another message.

"I need you."

who the hell is this?

The phone rang.

"Hello?"

That is when I heard his voice...

"I need you to make me happy."

I couldn't speak.

I hung up the phone.

It rang again.

"Hello?"

"I want you to go make yourself ready for me."

Oh my God!

I grab what is apparently my bag and go to the ladies room.

What is going on?

Why is he calling me?

I washed by arms, my face, and since he was sounding sexy on the phone, I washed everything else.

What to wear? I need to be fresh and clean for him.

Black lace undies, push up bra, fresh makeup, and Escada Into The Blue perfume

I get a black, short sleeved, v neck dress out of my bag. I slip it

over my head.

Putting on my three-inch spiked heels, I get more excited.

He is waiting for me!

I checked myself out in the mirror.

I can't honestly say who was staring back at me.

It looked like me but damn did I look good.

I can't even believe I would think that about myself but I have to admit that I did. Sexy as hell is what I thought. Good for me.

I walked out of the ladies room and found that the train was about to stop.

Oh, my God! Am I really doing this?

I was nervous, but as the doors opened I walked out and through the station.

As I walked, men and some women watched me. Some even turned as I passed by.

I grinned in satisfaction.

As I leave the station behind me, I notice the day is getting darker, it will be twilight soon. I grin.

Seeing a huge white limo in front of me, I looked at the chauffeur and he grinned and opened the door.

I relaxed. He had this all planned.

But how? Why me?

Having never been in a limo before, I took it all in.

The interior was like I'd always imagined it would be.

Soft, dark, elegant. Lovely.

A bottle of champagne was on ice, one glass, a dozen lavender roses in a vase.

I took the glass.

My hand shakes. I can smell the perfume of the roses drifting through the car.

I pour some of the champagne, I needed it.

I'd never liked the taste of champagne, but this was wonderful.

Looking out the window, I see the sites of Chicago, a city I'd never seen before. We pass huge buildings one after the other and suddenly, we stop.

I had to check my self in the mirror. I looked excited, scared and happy.

Satisfied that I still look better than I ever had, I closed the mirror and sipped more champagne.

As the door opened, I looked up to find a tall gray bricked building with black windows in front of me.

I walk to the door.

The doorman smiled.

"Mr. Petersen is waiting for you."

Waiting for me.

I walk towards the elevator and the door opens.

"Penthouse" the man instructs me.

The doors close.

I barely notice the movement of the elevator taking me to my dream.

Suddenly, the door opens and I see him.

Standing in the doorway, his body tan, covered with a silky black robe.

His dark hair and beard are beautiful, but not as beautiful as the smile in his eyes as he opens his arms for me.

Then, I woke up.