  "Is it me your looking for? " she asked, her voice husky from the night before, she smells of party, cheap flirts and questionable alcohol. I looked up from my half empty half full glass of god knows what they call it. " I might be" I answered, "If I'm not you must not be who you think you are" her smile was that of someone who knows your deepest secrets just by shaking your hand. She shook my soul, and I wasn't even surprised, the dreams I've had about her...no the dreams I've had about someone like her they were so vivid I didnt want to wake up. Now she is here shaking me at the core of my beeing, and now I am affraid. Her red hair lit up as she moved around me, blazing white and yellow and laserbeams through a curtain of red delight. "What is your name?". "knowing that would spoil that which you dreamed about me. ", I swallowed hard, the taste of cheap alcohol, combined with the aroma of sleazy bar and good perfume lingered on my senses.
"How...? " I never got a chance to finish, she touched my heart with her hand, then swiftly ran up the stairs, leaving me with nothing but a shaken soul and a stimulated mind. She was out of my life again, i can still feel her warm hand on my chest, the feeling didnt go away. I stood up, put my raybans on and walked into the bright tuesday morning. --- Copyright notice, all i write in this log is subject to copyright, and may not be used or duplicated without express permission of the author (that would be me). Copyright 2004. JF 
