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.
