7/30/2013 Michael's girlHello lovelies, Darn, it's chilly now with the rain. Oh well, then it's time for a warm waffle then. I had a wonderful dream last night about being Michael's girl. I was on holiday with a bunch of guys. Weird, I know. I don't even have that many 'boy friends' but could have been fans too that stayed in the same hotel. We checked out and they didn't wait on me as they wanted a good view of the stage. We were going to a Michael concert indeed. Sometime laters, I spotted them on the field and they smirked at me that I finally made it too. I scolded them for leaving me behind like this. There was one boy that fancied me though but I'm not really 'boy friend material' though. The guys around him were still taunting him to forget all about me cause I was after all Michael's girl and he just couldn't cut it. Though, he didn't give up on me that easily and claimed he loved me. He asked me if he could join me. I fretted at him : "As long as you don't nag." See, how kind I am towards boys, HUH. Anyway, he asked me where my luggage was and I told him it was safely locked at the station in one of those paid lockers. "What happened to yours? " I looked around. "The security confiscated our luggage" He pouted. "Oh, security! " I only uttered returning my glance to the stage. After all, I came to see Michael hey and the boys were just tagging along in my point of view. I could feel how he tried to behave in my presence and not blew it up. I swear I could hear his thoughts trying to get inside of me. If he wanted a piece of me, he had to be better than Michael. What a tough challenge hey. Then finally the moment arrived and Michael 'popped' on stage spreading his Magic and Love on us. I now could feel the panic flares scorching my skin as he realized his friends were indeed right. To top Michael is an impossible challenge. Did I care about it? Nah, I belong to Michael, you see. I hope I made that clear to the desperate sots looking for a slave to the rhythm of love. I know, I couldn't help posting a story here. Well, nothing worth talking about happened today if you don't count in the Job portfolio I made as I need to find a job now too, DUH. Have a Great evening, Daz. Comments are closed.
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AuthorI'm Daz and my Muse is called 'Michael', he likes to keep me awake with his 'inspiration' but without him. I would not be the same person and probably not a writer too. Archives
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