Ah, Lestat, Lestat
I had a dream about you one night last week. It's been years since that happened, I mean a real night dream about you, not just a silly daydream. You were so handsome, and blond, and seductive and sexy. You rested on your elbow right next to me in my bed, and we had a conversation with such respect and care for each other. I don't remember the words - just the feeling. Nothing existed but you and me. I woke up so horny...
But them my husband spoke to me and I hated him in that moment for making me plunge back so quickly into reality and its troubles. Hm, well, I still have my daydreams. Whenever I drive alone in my car after dark, you are there. And after that dream, your imaginary presence is almost tangible. Did you think I could ever stop loving you? Well, I don't think that can ever happen.
But them my husband spoke to me and I hated him in that moment for making me plunge back so quickly into reality and its troubles. Hm, well, I still have my daydreams. Whenever I drive alone in my car after dark, you are there. And after that dream, your imaginary presence is almost tangible. Did you think I could ever stop loving you? Well, I don't think that can ever happen.