Charming warm endless sunset at a table in what seems to be a cozy coffee place by a mirror calm seashore.
A latino cougar bomb with long sparkling ponytail hair smiling in front of me. Reaching for my hands. Holding them firmly. Her hands feel like steel. Cold. Unescapable grip. She won't let.
I know her hands. I have seen them playing endless card games. They just don't fit with the rest. They are old, cold and strong as wises. While the woman in front of me is soft sensual and smiling.
Unsurmountable panic. I'm trapped. Can't escape, don't even want to escape. She smiles, she is beautiful. Soft eyes, smiling lively eyes.
Eventually she releases her grip. Suddenly her hands change in a perfect match to the rest. Soft and warm. Lets me go, touches her bosom then sends an air kiss.
She writes something that I can't see. She smiles.
Sudden jerks, the concerned voice of my Spouse: "Wake please wake-up !"...
Nightlight is on. My body is wet. Nightie soaked all over. Pillow like a sponge.
By the looks of my Spouse I can tell something unusual has happened. "What, what's on ?"
"Some nightmare you had, woke me up, you're covered in sweat, speaking in your sleep, agitated, let's get up and calm down.... "
A shower later, in a warm fluffy bathrobe, a mug of coffee. We smoke in silence for a while. Then I tell her all my dream.
She's as puzzled as I am. Says sweet words then slides away to change the sweat soaked bed linen.
Back in my office. Sleep gone. Head so full that it feels empty. What the ....
Let's try some work. Will probably drift my soul back to reality after all?
Crawling thru the usual wave of spam mails. One gets my attention. Why on earth would he mail me now ? Even with time-zone taken into account, it's weekend...
The project manager of a long discussed then forgotten without follow-up contract sends me a mail. On a weekend.
Yes, I am a contractor and, believe it or not, contractors need contracts to feed their families. Contracts... A desperately hard to come by commodity these last months.
And tonight, like a lightening strike from a blue sky, a very interesting yet never validated one comes back on scene.
Would I be available for a conference call on Monday ? They need the deal done with significant extensions, so better have a schedule opportunity on Monday, could I be ready, work on a new updated quotation over the weekend ?
Now, that's something ! If signed, this one will keep us afloat for at least the rest of the year.
Leisurely admiring my desk. Yep. Suddenly that dream makes sense. Sudden chill, cuddling in my robe.
Yep, my Fairy was right, one more time as she usually is. Sissies don't die, they become Fairies.
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