INSIDE THEIR MINDS

Imagination

Phil

As hard as I tried to welcome sleep, it would not come to me. It tantalizingly sat just out of reach and now, after nearly half an hour of unsuccessful attempts, I gave up entirely. It wasn't uncommon for me to have troubles falling into a deep sleep, in fact it had now become so prevalent I have been turning to melatonin for assistance. For me it was the legal miracle drug that could in same ways solve so many of my unsolvable problems, that is until I woke up the next morning.

I debated for while on whether or not to work on a few things, my laptop not needing the internet for everything but with how exhausted I still felt I knew that at this point my work would be nowhere near where it should be.

Instead I just carefully mimicked Kate and used my laptop case as a makeshift pillow, carefully not to damage the computer inside. I decide now was as good a time as any to take off my pants, so carefully I start unbuckling my pants, then as I lay on my back, I lift my legs into the air and slide them down to my ankles kicking off my shoes as well.

The smell was awful, and that's something I should have thought of before I exposed my feet in such small of space. I decided that if I were to again put my shoes on that maybe the smell could be hidden once again, so as quickly as I could I slide my shoes back on. I felt silly sitting there in blue boxers and dress shoes but now I felt a little more content, heat wise at least.

Kate had started to snore softly beside me and I couldn't help myself but to close my eyes and daydream about her. I fantasized about her lying in bed beside me, her pillows and blankets crowding around us. Her bed was softer than anything I had ever had the pleasure of resting on, though I could only seem that there would actually be very little "resting" actually happening. She propped herself up on her left elbow all smiles a blanket pulled up to her collarbone, no clothes to speak of underneath.

"What do you think of the upgrade?" She seductively said her fingers "walking" up my arm leaving a trail of faint goosebumps behind.

I almost moaned my words. "You're more than an upgrade."

She snickered. "I didn't mean me, I meant the bed, but I'm glad that you think so."

"Why can't this be really be happening?" I asked her as if she actually knew the answer.

"You know the answer to that question."

"And Trevor, I can't just leave him behind." I said.

Her hand moved to mine and gently held it there above the thick comforter.

"I don't want you to ever believe you are leaving your son behind, no matter what you do. I don't want you living a life of regrets. You deserve to be happy, just as your son and wife deserve to be happy." She said.

I know it wasn't actually her voicing those concerns but I couldn't help but take the advice as if it was. I do deserve happiness, so does Erica.

Looking over how she acts day to day she didn't seem as happy as she once had. When she isn't out spending money, she's not really doing anything. It didn't bother me that she never went back to work after having Trevor, we definitely didn't need the money, what bothered me was that she seemed to just be wasting her time. I know she has, or at least used to have, so many hobbies I couldn't keep count but now it seems like the only ones she's interested in are walks and massages. I couldn't blame her though, if I had more time I would probably get professional massages too. 

Then I envision Kate sitting across from me at a local pub, us laughing constantly at our past time in the elevator. Had in not been for an act of mechanical failure we would have not found each other.

All I knew is that I needed this woman. My life would never be the same without hearing her laugh everyday.

The lights start to flicker above us, the elevator is still at a stand still. The light wakes her and makes her squint through its brightness it continuing to shine down on us.

"Sleep well?" I joke at her.

"Oh yea, who needs a sleep number bed when you could just sleep on a dirty elevator floor and your purse?"

I chuckle, even as tired as she is she is still funny.

"Did you get any sleep? " she asks through a yawn.

"I tried, no luck." I say with a shrug.

My eyes start to run over every inch of her body, memorizing every curve and freckle.

"I know what your doing." She says giving me a serious tone. "I can read those bedroom eyes of yours."

"My bedroom eyes huh, last time I checked we were trapped in an elevator. Had we been trapped in a bedroom I almost guaranteed things would have happened much differently."

"And hows that?" She asks though I couldn't tell if she was flirting or not.

"Can I be honest or should I behave?"

"Imagination never hurt anyone." She says. 

It wasn't until after said that though that she noticed I was just wearing my boxers, and "fancy" shoes.