I hardly ever dream about Michael, so the dream I had this morning was, um . . . pretty crazy. (Relatively work safe, just very odd in a sexy kind of way, no TMI.)
So I'm back at Seattle, in the big room where they had the table where all the stars sat. I was setting up some kind of sign on an easel when Michael strolls by, dressed only in his blue Seattle hockey Challenge jersey, and, um . . . certain body parts were partially visible. *blushes hard* I looked, and then looked away, but he caught my eye and came sauntering right over. He put his arms around me and turned me to face him, and looked down at me with a smile and asked me if I was having a good time. (Meanwhile, things below the waist are pressing up against me . . . ) So I said that I was, and he said he was too, and then he lifted me up, and I told him that I wasn't a small gal, and to be careful of his back! He kind of laughed and nodded, and I put my hand on his back and asked if it was hurting him. He said it wasn't. I reached up and touched his hair, and that's when my daughter woke me up.
Strangeness. Pure strangeness. I guess that's what happens when you write rps all night, LOL! (Although I do like the idea of Michael sauntering around in nothing but an oversized hockey jersey. Think I'll put that in my next fic!)