It was the day of the concert for Jim, and his band. Santa Clara/San Jose the festival. Me and Jim were on our way to there, and everyone else is there.
When we got there, it was excellent! Jim was really amazing (like always 😏).
After we got home, I went right to bed. I was so tired.
The next morning, I was at my dining table, drinking coffee and reading the paper.
The phone rang again.
"Hello?", it was Jim. "Hi babe, I just wanted to see what you were doing today", "Oh nothing Jim, just sitting here, why?", "Well, I need to tell you something", "Is it bad?", "Of course not! It's amazing!", "Oh good. Then tell meee!", "So, I was hoping if you could live with me", "Oh. Jim babe, I just moved into this new house", "Awww baby, please", "I dunno", "Please, you know I will always treat you like a queen, and I will pay for everything!", "Oh alright, I'll move in, but! The thing is, you have to meet my parents soon Jim", "Okay, I'm nervous", "Oh babe don't be", "I know, but, I'd like for you to live with me first", "I will, I'll move soon as I can", "Okay",
We hung up and I had to figure out some things.
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My Jim Morrison fantasy ❤️
Fantasy"I love you Jim", "I love you too babe", He smiled.
