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    At night she dreamed that she was in love with a man that loved her more than any other man had. He was romantic, wealthy, past gorgeous, and tall. Spain, Italy, and France you name it, in her dreams they’d vacationed there. They dined at fancy restaurants while tasting the finest Italian cuisine, and Lobster Au Gratin, and Tiramisu, and drank different types of Passito wines from top-of-the-line wine cabarets.  They lived in a ranch style home and daily they collapsed on their King-sized bed that was embellished with sheets made out of Marino wool and Egyptian cotton threaded with 22 caret gold, or on the sofa in their den that was made out of Egyptian leather, or on the picnic blanket in their picture-perfect landscaped back yard just to make passionate love. In her dreams she didn’t know what aching muscles felt like because routinely she received the most therapeutic massages and foot rubs by the biggest most massive hands she’d ever felt. When she was tired he bathed her in thermal water with big fluffy bubbles enclosing her, and coconut scented candles positioned inches apart around their Jacuzzi. Then he massaged her scalp and washed her hair. Afterwards he dried her off, smoothed lotion all over her silhouette and gently massaged it in her flesh. They’d lie in the bed face to face while listening to Turn off the lights by Teddy Pendergrass When they bickered he’d apologize first because he couldn’t stand the distance, he’d miss her too much. They’d fall asleep in the spoon position, and she’d wake up to the most delectable cheese omelet and buttermilk crepes she’d ever tasted, because unlike most men he didn’t mind cooking. Her kids, all three of them, adored him. He showed interest in them, took them places, and taught them something she couldn’t. Which was how to be a man! But then she’d wake up in a cold sweat and ticked off as she circled her eyes around the dull room and settled them on the empty space beside her. The space that was empty because her companion was asleep on the sofa or even worse he never made it home. “Fuck” she’d grunt and snuggle the body pillow closer to her stomach. “Why am I only happy in my dreams? And why couldn’t this pillow be a real fucking man?”
    As of right now she was reaching to her right, yanking on the drawer of the nightstand. She needed an aspirin, bad.  Hopefully it’d stop her head from whirling. She twisted off the cap and swallowed two pills dry. Another parent teacher conference she thought to herself.
    She snuggled back into the covers. “This time his ass is going to be restricted for ninety days! No television…no cellular phone…no iPod…and no damn Internet. Has the nerve to curse out and adult. How disrespectful? And he probably thinks that he’s gotten away with it too. That boy is really close to being sent to military school. Hell, let them tolerate his ass. I bet that’ll straighten him out. He’s not going to be satisfied until he sees me running with a first class ticket to the nuthouse.” She griped amongst herself.
    My life is pitiful, she thought as she tossed from side to side and eventually eased up against the headboard again because she couldn’t fall asleep, and glared at the bronze colored picture frame containing a portrait of her and Trae. Images she thought. In her eyes an image was nothing but an example of how people wish their lives were . She wasn’t happy, not even close, but the portrait that she was eyeballing portrayed a couple that had a happily ever after… a bond… a love story. I guess you never really know the real truth when it’s hidden behind a fake smile. The photograph represented something that didn’t exist in her home, happiness. At least she exposed a plastered smile. That motherfucker that she’d been loyal to for all of those years didn’t even put up an effort. Peering at the picture she could perceive exactly what he was feeling. He didn’t want