Paul awoke suddenly. He moaned flipping over to look at his watch.

"Two o'clock." He muttered. He flopped hard back on to his pillow and moaned again. He had been having that dream again. He rubbed his forehead trying to remember. But as usual, all he could remember was her long blond hair, and stunning green eyes. He sighed, the eyes were what really stuck with him. Typical blonds had blue eyes, or occasionaly brown like his own, not the green that so complemented her.
He rolled over thinking, he knew he had seen her face before. Somewhere before she began to visit him in his dreams. But alas he could not place her anywhere. Maybe he had never seen her at all, but still she was where his heart wandered.

"How can you have feelings so strong for someone you never met."
Paul jumped up put of his bed and flipped on the light.
He saw a startled George standing there.
"Really, mate?" George questioned further. Paul wondered how George always seemed to know about what he was feeling.

Paul sighed confiding in his friend. "I don't know George." He ran his fingers through his hair. "Every night she is there. I know her, but at the same time I don't. I mean, hey I don't ever know her name." He buried his head in his hands. He feel George sit next to him on the bed.

"I can tell it never mattered though." He said. I looked at his face, one of concern. "You love her." George stated clearly.

"Yes." Paul breathed.

"Well we will have to find her then." He said. He was firm, clearly arguing would be useless. "Do you have any idea where you saw her?" He asked.

"No" Paul said growing more and more depressed.

"Well how long have loved her?" George said trying to find something to work from. But my mind was blank.

"Who knows." Paul shrugged sadly.

"Well sleep on it. Maybe she will tell you before morning, them we can work it out." He rose and walked toward the door.

"Aye George?" Paul called.

"Yeah?" George said with a turn.

Paul scratched his head. "Thanks."

"No problem." He said. "When you're the quiet Beatle, it makes it much easier to listen." George walked out to leave Paul to his own thoughts.

He tried, and tried to think of where he saw her. Nothing. He checked his watch again. Only 3:15. He groaned in frustration deciding to try and sleep some more. As he drifted back to sleep her sweet voice filled his head singing a tune he had heard before, and always hoped to hear again.