DONNA DREAMS
You know, sometimes I have dreams. Wonderful, brilliant dreams, where I go amazing places. Not just travelling the globe, I'm travelling the universe! I see the stars and planets. This wonderful man is there, tall, and handsome, and clever. Sometimes I'm scared out of my mind, but one of us always comes through in the end to save the day. The man's name is Doctor. It's probably just my subconsciousness telling me to see a therapist, but whatever. When I dream, I am the most important woman in all of creation, then I wake up.
When I wake up, I'm just a temp. And, in real life, temps don't travel the stars with intelligent handsome men. Heck, in real life intelligent handsome men don't exist. If I could choose between dreams and reality, I'd chose the Doctor, because he makes me feel clever, and important. He makes me feel more alive than I could ever feel sitting behind a computer.
Some days, all I wish for is to go home and dream, of my clever man in his blue box.
