Late nights and earlier mornings is how I live my busy, frantic and rather enjoyable life. Last night I got to bed round 3 AM. It was actually the third weeknight (work-night) that I went to bed after 2 AM. I wake up at 6:30 AM every morning, so as you can imagine, after 3 nights of 4 hours sleep, my body is shot and does not want to wake up and smell the commute. My body doesn't want me up, but my Guardian Angel sure does.
I'm not a religious man, in any way, shape, form, design or construct. I don't consider myself an atheist, only because I don't like the negative connotation that comes along with that title. And in no way am I a "hater" when it comes to those who believe in God. Hey, if believing in God helps you live your life for the better, then "Yea God!" and "Yea You!" I never had a religious experience...that is, until this morning. And it freaked me the fuck out.
I lie alone in bed, slumbering and probably smiling. In a bout of sleepwalking at 6:30 AM, my alarm has been turned off. There is nothing to wake me up for work. For me to rush in the morning and make it to work by 8 AM, the latest my eyes can open is 7:15 AM. Leaving me 15 minutes to get my clothes on and hair slicked, and 25 minutes for that humid, horrid, and did I say humid, subway commute.
My eyes begin to open with the touch of soft breath on my ear and neck.
"Mmm." I awake and purr.
"Will, wake up. It's time to wake up." It's a female voice, purring more than I.
"OK. I'm up." I sit straight up, feeling rested, and outstretch my arms in a cartoonish yawn. I look to the clock, it's 7:15 AM. "Thank you for waking...me...up." I stutter as I look to my side and see an empty bed...but the mattress is sunken as if someone is there, or was there. "What the fuck?"
Was it a weird dream? Couldn't be. My body wouldn't wake up on its own at this ungodly hour...I've been too under-rested. My body would sleep till 2 PM if left unattended. Weird. I look to my mirror and that's when I have the scare of my life.
There, directly next to me is an apparition. It's a woman. She is sitting next to me. Still and stoic, but flowing at the same time. She is naked, but I can't get a good look at any naughty bits because she is giving off this pinkish-bluish aura of light. She is the perfect woman. My dream girl. Equal parts Jennifer Connelly, Halle Berry, and "that hot unattainable girl from high school."
"Um, good morning." I look away from the mirror and I see her next to me clear as day. "Who are you?"
"I'm your Guardian Angel."
"Am I dead?"
"Far from it William, you are overflowing with life."
"Then why are you here? What's your name?" The first questions in a long line of thousands I'm coming up with every second.
"I'm here cause I like you. You're funny" She whispers and melts my heart. "My name is Angelica."
"How apropos." I quip with a sly smile.
She laughs and her hands touch my thigh. "I've been watching you for a long time."
"Stalker alert!" I say sarcastically. (I'm ablaze with comedic gold.)
She laughs again, and her hands now rub and stroke my thighs, slowly moving northward. She kisses me on the cheek, and her soft hands stroke my stubbly cheek.
"I want you to take me again." She says.
"Again? You mean...you...me..." I refrain from putting my index finger through the finger loop of my other hand "you know, did it?"
"Twice last night, love. Please, take me now." She demands in the cutest, sexiest way ever. Ever!
"Angelica, you know I have to go to work, I'll be late, look at the clock, its already..." I look to the clock which still reads 7:15 AM. "Um, still 7:15."
"Time no longer ticks. We have all the time in the world. Please, William...ravage me."
And friends...I did. I ravaged that Angel silly. Do you blame me? We made love for hours. She was a screamer. You think drinking Starbucks and smoking a butt wakes you up in the morning...try fucking an Angel.
We finish together. It was, don't excuse the pun, heavenly. We showered together. We made love again. All this and it was still 7:15. I get dressed, and she worked some of her magic on my hair, as I straightened my tie. I'm having a great hair day.
"It's that time, William. Time to start your day. Time to go to work." If she wasn't so adorable those words would sound like a death sentence.
"When can I see you again?"
"Whenever you need me, William. I'll be there." She delivers the perfect answer.
"God bless you." I say stunned, floored, and ready for work.
"He already has. Later alligator." She looks me in the eyes and disappears.
I'm alone. I look to my clock and it clicks to 7:16 AM. Time to go to work.
I'm not a religious man, in any way, shape, form, design or construct. I don't consider myself an atheist, only because I don't like the negative connotation that comes along with that title. And in no way am I a "hater" when it comes to those who believe in God. Hey, if believing in God helps you live your life for the better, then "Yea God!" and "Yea You!" I never had a religious experience...that is, until this morning. And it freaked me the fuck out.
I lie alone in bed, slumbering and probably smiling. In a bout of sleepwalking at 6:30 AM, my alarm has been turned off. There is nothing to wake me up for work. For me to rush in the morning and make it to work by 8 AM, the latest my eyes can open is 7:15 AM. Leaving me 15 minutes to get my clothes on and hair slicked, and 25 minutes for that humid, horrid, and did I say humid, subway commute.
My eyes begin to open with the touch of soft breath on my ear and neck.
"Mmm." I awake and purr.
"Will, wake up. It's time to wake up." It's a female voice, purring more than I.
"OK. I'm up." I sit straight up, feeling rested, and outstretch my arms in a cartoonish yawn. I look to the clock, it's 7:15 AM. "Thank you for waking...me...up." I stutter as I look to my side and see an empty bed...but the mattress is sunken as if someone is there, or was there. "What the fuck?"
Was it a weird dream? Couldn't be. My body wouldn't wake up on its own at this ungodly hour...I've been too under-rested. My body would sleep till 2 PM if left unattended. Weird. I look to my mirror and that's when I have the scare of my life.
There, directly next to me is an apparition. It's a woman. She is sitting next to me. Still and stoic, but flowing at the same time. She is naked, but I can't get a good look at any naughty bits because she is giving off this pinkish-bluish aura of light. She is the perfect woman. My dream girl. Equal parts Jennifer Connelly, Halle Berry, and "that hot unattainable girl from high school."
"Um, good morning." I look away from the mirror and I see her next to me clear as day. "Who are you?"
"I'm your Guardian Angel."
"Am I dead?"
"Far from it William, you are overflowing with life."
"Then why are you here? What's your name?" The first questions in a long line of thousands I'm coming up with every second.
"I'm here cause I like you. You're funny" She whispers and melts my heart. "My name is Angelica."
"How apropos." I quip with a sly smile.
She laughs and her hands touch my thigh. "I've been watching you for a long time."
"Stalker alert!" I say sarcastically. (I'm ablaze with comedic gold.)
She laughs again, and her hands now rub and stroke my thighs, slowly moving northward. She kisses me on the cheek, and her soft hands stroke my stubbly cheek.
"I want you to take me again." She says.
"Again? You mean...you...me..." I refrain from putting my index finger through the finger loop of my other hand "you know, did it?"
"Twice last night, love. Please, take me now." She demands in the cutest, sexiest way ever. Ever!
"Angelica, you know I have to go to work, I'll be late, look at the clock, its already..." I look to the clock which still reads 7:15 AM. "Um, still 7:15."
"Time no longer ticks. We have all the time in the world. Please, William...ravage me."
And friends...I did. I ravaged that Angel silly. Do you blame me? We made love for hours. She was a screamer. You think drinking Starbucks and smoking a butt wakes you up in the morning...try fucking an Angel.
We finish together. It was, don't excuse the pun, heavenly. We showered together. We made love again. All this and it was still 7:15. I get dressed, and she worked some of her magic on my hair, as I straightened my tie. I'm having a great hair day.
"It's that time, William. Time to start your day. Time to go to work." If she wasn't so adorable those words would sound like a death sentence.
"When can I see you again?"
"Whenever you need me, William. I'll be there." She delivers the perfect answer.
"God bless you." I say stunned, floored, and ready for work.
"He already has. Later alligator." She looks me in the eyes and disappears.
I'm alone. I look to my clock and it clicks to 7:16 AM. Time to go to work.
