July 15th 1993
I went over to see Frasier. He had gone out looking for a rare vintage of a burgundy… how amateurish. That man still needs to redefine his pallet. Dad took Eddie for a stroll and while I waited, Daphne poured me a sherry and I chose one of Frasier's leather-bound books to view while I waited for his return. I use the word, "view" because I wasn't reading. My eyes kept shifting to Venus, herself, as she tidied up the apartment. I had to close my eyes and visualize myself doing my mantra to maintain a standard breathing pattern. The sherry was soothing, but wasn't helping with my heart knocking against my ribs. When I opened my eyes, Daphne was leaning over me, picking up something from the table behind the couch. Oh my God, the nape of her neck was so close to me. The wonderful scent of her perfume… her more than perfect skin. I reached up and gently pulled her neck closely to me until my lips touched her skin. It was warm and soft and delicious. It was just a brush, but it was the most heavenly feeling.
"Oh my, Doctor Crane," she said as she turned to look into my eyes and her soft eyes were so enticing. "Your lips are so soft," she said before she gave me a peck on my lips.
Everything stopped. And I do mean, "Everything". The clouds in the sky, the sounds of the wind outside… even the world stopped on its very axis.
I reached up to the back of her head; my fingers getting lost into her soft hair and I pulled her in again. Her lips were the wine I so desperately yearned for.
I dropped my glass of sherry on Frasier's precious couch and I didn't give a damn.
And she kissed me back like she had been waiting for this very moment. She slipped upon my lap and sat there like she couldn't get enough of my lips. We needed each other.
There was a knocking at the door that startled us to no end. No one could ever know about this. Not ever. We looked at each other like we had just been doused with ice water.
The person on the other side of the door was Maris. I could tell by the soft knocking. Then she called out in the most annoying fashion. "Nee, nee, nee!" It was excruciating. And she got louder, "NEE, NEE, NEE!"
It wasn't Maris at all, it was my alarm waking me from the best dream of my life. Let me tell you, I snuck my alarm clock out of the house and took it to work where I could smash that thing into a thousand pieces in the parking lot. I'm a humane man, I cleaned it up. But for pulling me out of the best dream of my life, it had to go and I needed to be the one to "stop time".