At a bar in town it’s almost last call

It’s almost 2am. I’m in my home office at my desk. There are things to do. Often over the years I wake up early in the morning around 2am. I’m awake for a while then go back to sleep. It’s a cool spring night. There’s not much going on here. My neighborhood sounds quiet from here inside. In town it’s close to last call at a bar.

Asleep in bed in my dream I was at an airport. Present day. A woman was having sex on a table in front of a group of people. Another woman was sitting on the smooth solid floor with her back against the wall and legs straight out in front of her. I walked to her and offered my hand to her. We walked away and left the airport together. I don’t know the name of the city where we were in the airport. We left on foot. She didn’t need to fly on an airplane. We left together.

My grandparents had a membership to the Ogden Golf Club. When we were young children my sisters and I would visit our grandparents in summer. They brought us golfing at the club. I remember mostly practicing with a putter. The club had a pool were we went swimming and ate lunch at a restaurant. Back at our grandparents home my grandpa showed me a coffee cup with a hole in one message imprinted on it he won at the golf club.

Earlier in the day I visited a book store. I’m 47. A woman at the book store sold me a Magazine about Oregon and told me of a good restaurant near the coast. The woman is beautiful. Her smile is pretty. The shirt she wore at work covered her tits. I thanked her for selling me the Magazine.

Life is good