My Dream

this is another dream I had. I wrote it as I dreamed it...as a story

Bohemian dressed artist Josey is walking up the stairs in a building when someone in a suit waves at her. She ignores the tall dark and handsome man because she doesn't know any men who would wear suits. She continues to look for her address. Not seeing it upstairs, she goes back down, only to be stopped by a large hand on her arm. It’s the man in the suit.

“ Aren't you Josey,” he asks

Josey simply gives him a strange look.

“I’m Garren, Jessica’s boss,” he continues.

She should have known it was someone her sister Jessica knew. Jessica was the fashionista who only wore top designer brands, drove a nice car, and only hung around people who were the same. Never mind that she grew up in the same hood as Josey.

“We met at the last holiday party at my office that Jess brought you to,”

So there on a nickname bases, huh. “Oh yes, I remember you now. Well, nice running into you. I have to go.”

She turns to leave, but he grabs her arm again.

“Wait, where are you going?”

“Not that it’s any of your business, but I’m looking for the vintage clothing store.”

He simply chuckles at her comment. “Well, you’re in the wrong building. The vintage clothing store is at 515 Country Blvd. West, you’re at 515 Country Blvd. East. It’s totally across town.”

Josey groans. “Great.”

“I could give you a ride,” he offers.

“Uh…sure, thanks.” Well he is Jessica’s boss, so he must be safe.

As they ride in his sleek black Ashton Martin, the streets are slick, and the rain is coming down so hard, it’s hard to see. When the radio reports tornadoes in the area, Garren detours to his house to wait out the storm. Josey is unsure about going to his home, but the alternative is trying to catch the bus in torrential rain, so she goes.

His house is actually a two-level penthouse suite downtown with spectacular views of the city. She marvels over the decorations, white with gold’s and brown’s thrown in. there are gold and brown pillows on a large fluffy white sofa that sits in front of a beautiful white marble (or Ivory) table. On top of the table is a brown crafty bowl with brown wooden balls in side for decoration. A plasma TV is mounted to the far end wall, the carpet is a plush white, and the kitchen is cherry wood & stainless steel with black granite countertops. The actual living room (which he uses) is like a man cave with brown leather sofa/recliner chairs, deer antlers on the wall, some sort of gold award hanging on the wall, and a red plaid blanket with a small Scottish flag printed on it is thrown over the recliner chair. It is a blanket his Scottish mother brought him as a souvenir when she went to visit Scotland, where she’s from.

Up the stairs (which is covered with white carpet because it’s in the main area), there are three bedrooms, but one he keeps strictly for when his parents visit. She finds this thought sweet. The guest bedroom is painted a light blue with white quilt, brown decorations, and seashells all around. It supposed to be a beach theme room, his sister decorated.

His room is the far end of the hall. Opening to French style cherry wood doors, the first thing you see is the wall of windows that overlook the city. The wall stretches through the entire bedroom, His light grey and charcoal grey covered bed faces the windows. (The actual quilt is light grey, and has one of those bed decorative throws on the bottom that is charcoal grey). The bed has a material black headboard, and is huge, given his 6’4 well-build frame. Walking to the right there is a small lounge area where a grey sofa and a white table stacked with magazines & books lay.

Further down is his in-suite bathroom that is white and grey marble, with a Jacuzzi tub, and a state of the art shower behind a glass door.

Oh how the wealthy lives, she thinks to herself.

When threats of tornadoes surface, he makes her stay in the guest bedroom. He gives her one of his t-shirts, which fits like a knee-length dress on her petite frame, to wear to bed, which he picks the most inopportune time to bring it to her. He comes into her room while she’s showering and has just exited the bathroom nude because all the towels are in the linen closet in the bedroom.

He later apologizes to her, and has a dinner of fresh tomato pasta and red wine, which they eat beside the fireplace. Over dinner they talk about their lives and how it was growing up. He tells her about how his widowed mother would move all over the world to be with whatever latest boyfriend she had at the time. She was wealthy because her father was a billionaire luxury-brand trader and Jeweler to the stars. She says her life was a lot simpler than his, and involved growing up on government assistance in public housing. He reminds her that she and her sister still managed to make something of themselves.

When she gets sauce on her chin, he wipes it with his fingers, before pausing to stare into each other’s eyes, and then engaging in a passionate kiss that has them ripping their clothes off and making love which starts in front of the fireplace, but ends in his bed. She wakes up to a single rose on the pillow beside her, and a note that says, “Come downstairs.”

So she gets up and starts down, until she hears voices. She changes directions to the guest bedroom to put her clothes on first. When she gets to the kitchen, middle-aged woman is there talking to Garren. She looks Josey up and down, then turns to him with questioning eyes.

Josey is insulted when Garren introduces her has his executive assistant’s sister who just came to drop off files for her sister and was just upstairs using the restroom. Hurt, Josey quickly agrees, then flees just as quick. Garren excuses himself from his mom in hopes of catching Josey in the hallway and explaining, but she flees to fast.

The realization that he just used her for sex begins to set in, which makes her tear up and puts her in a depressed mood. When she meets her sister for lunch, Jessica can since the mood, and demands to know what’s up.

So Josey simply tells her that a man she thought was an honest, caring gentleman, really just used her for sex, and then brushed her off as nothing. Jessica is pissed, so pissed that she brings her anger to work, which Garren notices and asks why she’s upset. Being that they are close, she tells him, not knowing he’s the guy. Garren feels bad, and asks Jessica for Josey’s address so he can make her feel better. Jess just thinks he’s being a good friend.

But Josey is not pleased to see him at her doorstep. She’s even more angered when his explanation is his mom would not understand her being there because she’s not the biggest supporter of interracial relationships. Josey reminds her that he’s grown man who doesn’t need his mother’s approval, then kicks him out.