The next morning I was exhausted. To look at my bed anyone would swear that more than one person had slept there. The pillows were on the floor the sheets were twisted and all but torn off the bed. My dream last night was a lulu. But right now I needed to focus on the job at hand not think about last nights dream. I took extra care in my make up and in how I dressed. I needed to cover up the fact that I looked like I had spent the night making mad passionate love. If that man could do that to me in my dreams I’d love to find out what he would be like in person. Down girl, remember don’t think about that dream.