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tell, was flush and I wiped my hair back
from my face as I tried to catch my ragged breath. Looking up to
the battered white ceiling I let myself drift off in emotion and
simply ponder what had just occurred. Something had clearly
changed. He had always been there, watching, occasionally
struggling with me against my will, this contact, and these
touches. This was brand new territory and I was frightened of them.
Part of me had never wanted to deal with this part of my
subconscious mind and the reasoning behind these dreams, but last
night…. I knew what I had felt had
been real. I could still smell the lilac
and spice. I could still feel his hands on me. His soft robes
folding in around me. I was confused, nervous, but also excited. I
felt wanted and loved, needed even. But still without
answers.
    I took a deep soulful breath and let the air
seep out of me slowly. I was in the real world again and here my
emotional upheaval was not going anywhere so I swung my legs out of
bed and headed for the coffee pot.
    Two hours later I was standing behind my
register talking with my co-worker across the aisle. Friday
afternoons tended to be a slow day for those of us in the
supermarket industry. Stay at home moms, did all of their shopping
during the week, and family’s came on weekends. Asides from the
occasional bachelor who decided to call in sick, and those
unemployed Joe’s who had nothing better to do but buy single serve
beer, my line stayed pretty empty for most of the afternoon. My day
flew by pretty quickly with snippets of chatting to Jennifer and
occasional texts from Alistair all day. He ended up going to Ted’s
last night after the club and had texted me promptly at 11:45 am to
make sure I had made it home safely. Alistair didn’t believe in
using the phone before noon, mainly because he never woke up before
noon. The extra fifteen minutes really showed how much he cared
about me.
    He and Ted were going to a movie that night
and had asked me to join. Not wanting to be the third wheel yet
again I declined and settled my resolve to spend another wonderful
evening with my good buddy and purveyor of liquor, Eric. I was just
finishing a text to Alistair letting him know I would be at Blake’s
tonight if he wanted to join after the movie when I heard a gruff,
clearing of someone’s throat in front of me. Pressing ‘send’ I
quickly looked up, “Sorry….” I trailed off because standing in
front of me was my angelic beauty from the day before.
    He was still wearing the dark red button down
I had seen him in the club last night but today is was open all of
the way so I could see the soft contours of his chest peeking out
through a standard white all American T-shirt. He still had on his
grey tinted glasses perched on the crook of his nose and he used
the back of his knuckle to push them up against his face slightly
as he stood appraising our current situation. He was wearing black
slacks that hugged his perfect six-foot frame and I had no doubt
that he wore designer shoes to complete the perfect outfit. Self
consciously I thanked the lord that I had worn a more flattering
white button down and tight grey jeans before coming to work today
so that under my regulation Safeway smock, I at least appeared more
put together than most days. I had even spent 10 minutes brushing
my hair before settling on a headband instead of my usual lazy up
do.
    I stood there for a solid
moment, completely taken aback by the situation and his beauty
before I realized that I was at work and I should probably do my job. I glanced
down the conveyor and didn’t see any groceries. I tilted my head
slightly and gave him a questioning look.
    He took a pack of gum off of the register
display and put it down on the scanner. He gave me a small smirk
and said, “Are you having a good day….Amy?” My name he hesitated on
and looked carefully at my nametag with its bold label marker
affirmation of the name Amy.
    “Yes,” I said shyly as I scanned