I meet George Clooney at a party - he is very sweet and kind, and is interested in everything I say.
BEEEEEP
I hit the snooze button.
George seeks me out at the party, he's seen me in a play, and thought I was so good. It's a great, witty conversation, but I can tell we're going to be great friends, nothing more. Still, this makes me very, very happy.
BEEEEEP
I hit the snooze again.
Everyone at the party gets on a train, including George. I wonder how we're going to get home, but I'm enjoying my conversation with George. Then I tell him about my husband. I really want to introduce them - I think they'd be great friends too.
The alarm doesn't even have to go off. I get up, and laugh at myself.
3 comments:
Bravo - by far the *nicest* dream I've ever read about George Clooney.
Okay, I admit, I've never understand the overwhelming appeal of George Clooney (ducking and running)
But that picture?
Could change my mind.
so beats my dream where phillip seymour hoffman was my boyfriend.
amazing actor, phillip seymour hoffman. but so not george clooney.
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