Midnight Man

As the sun sets, I begin to anticipate. I can feel my skin start to twitch with the need for what I know is coming.
I jump in the shower and wash quickly, except for a few spots that need extra care. As I dress, I begin to hurry my movements. A quick blow dry, damn that curling iron! It just won’t heat fast enough! A dab of makeup and check the clock, almost time.
Reaching into the freezer, I jam my unknown lunch into my bag.
Time to go, time to go! “Good night guys, Momma has to go make the kibble money. Be good babies, I love you!” I run to the door, pausing only long enough on the way out to lock it.
Down three flights of stairs, avoiding the drunken Mexican men on the steps. BAM! Slam the door open and hope there were no drunks or gang bangers behind it. Run to the car. Click, click I use the remote to unlock the doors and jump in. I fumble with the seatbelt, twisting it so it fits. Reverse! I’m on my way.
I can feel my skin jumping, willing me forward. I set the cruise control because the police are out tonight. “Not me, not me tonight!” I pray, it will just take longer to get there if I get caught speeding.
Tick tock I watch the hour go by.
Slick as can be I am up the ramp, merging. Almost there!
The anticipation grows yet again.
Did he answer? What did he say? Is he even up? Did he have a good day. Grrrr, c’mon light! Change!
Finally there, I slam it into park, grab my bag and I am off. Pass key out, I wait for the electronic demons to allow me entry. Rush, rush into the elevator, with a vengeance I punch 3.
Come on, come on! I try not to fidget. No sense getting security upset.
The doors open and I crash through the atrium headed for the office. One more door, one more electronic delay and I am in. There is it!
Logon, log in, passwords everywhere. These things are designed to torture, I know it!
Ahhh I am there. *Breathe deep, close your eyes and breathe deep* I type the letters that bring you to me. Oh! 13 messages! Yes! Tonight might not suck after all.
I open my inbox and scan the messages. Disappointment.
Inbox digging, digital wishing to hear from you turns to real time missing you.
With a sigh I begin to answer my messages, checking obsessively to see if you have sent anything.
I reach the end and begin to think ‘he must be asleep, it’s hard to stay up all night with all he has going on. He’s got a life you know and you are merely words on the screen, a minor entertainment at best. Besides, he is getting ready to move, that is tiring.’ I don’t like the other things I am thinking.
One last check, something new! Carefully I open my inbox, and there you are! I forget to ask how your day was, as the conversation flows. I am grateful that you are here, making me laugh, cry, think but most of all being so real. Honesty and flirtation travel the miles; two lonely hearts brought closer through mental processes so nearly attuned.
With a sign of relief I think I’m so glad you are here tonight my Midnight Man.

© 2007 Lucid Dreaming