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"You see, I'm in your head, baby. I know what you think of me, what you want to do to me and...what you want me to do to you".
In this dramatic tale, I get assigned to create a visual for Dreamscape...
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"I'm sorry, did I call at a bad time?" My tone changes when I hear the caller's voice. "No, I was taking a short nap" I reply. Fab called to ask if we can hang out sometime this weekend, which I agree. After chatting a little longer we choose a place to go, say our goodbyes and hang up. What would get me excited, made me feel a little nervous. Why did I agree to seeing him this weekend? I can't even relax after a nap. I woke up in a sweat again and we haven't done anything that would make it happen. This dream was also weighing on me, literally. I actually felt his weight pressed against my body. It's almost as if Fab was here with me the whole time. I feel I may be losing myself.
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I look at the clock, which reads 9PM. "So much for a short nap" I say. I start getting all things put together for tomorrow and go to the bathroom to shower. After freshening up, I go to turn in for to sleep. Hours go by and I sleep all the way through the night. The next morning, I wake up to the sound of a 'bing' on my laptop. It's an email from the creative director, who spoke with the client from the Dreamscape project. The client has requested the deadline for the final design be pushed up to this weekend. "Just my luck" I say, sarcastically. Now I have to cancel my date with Fab...or do I?
I could hold off this week and finish the design on Thursday, but that would mean rushing my work. The last time this happened was when I started my very first design project. I had so many errors and careless mistakes, I thought I would be a goner by now. Luckily, I received feedback and a critique to redo the project instead of getting fired. It's not often designers would get do-overs. The only other option is to work from sun up to sun down until it's done. I send a "Will Do" message to the director and get to work right away.
A few hours go by and I save what I have to do some stretching. My stomach growls reminding me to get some food to eat while I'm up. The clock now reads 12:45PM. On my way to the kitchen, I smell something sweet yet savory. I see Fab carrying a plate of french toast, topped with whipped cream, syrup, strawberries and orange juice. "Oh no, you ruined the surprise" he says, turning to me. "Fab, what are you doing here and how did you get in my house?" I ask.
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"I heard you were hungry, so I came over to make you something to eat and I was going to give it to you during your break". "How did you know I was hungry?" I ask, starting to get nervous. "Let's say I read your mind. Here, sit down and eat". I sit and take my plate as instructed and take a bite out of a piece of french toast. "This is delicious. Thank you, Fab". I take some orange juice to drink, while he stares at me. "Are you going to eat anything?" "I will" he replies. I finish my juice and before I can take a strawberry to my lips, Fab kisses me again.
