One Little Dream

Now Is The Time To Act

Everything was packed. I had my portfolio of my runway designs, my plane ticket was paid for, I had my birth records. I was ready. I had it all. Except the motivation to do it. I haven't been to the office for what seems like years, although its only been about 2 weeks. I have been so focused on this task, my new house, and Alps that I just haven't had the time. But I have been managing from home. Besides, the doctor said home rest would be best for me. He knows I over work myslef quit often. So this will be for my benifit. All of this. I have Chris coming and taking care of Alps for me while im gone.

He still cant belieave I have a dog. He always took me as a cat person. Or better yet, a no pet person. Or so he says.

I make my way to the airport. Shifting in my seat. Once there I head to the first class lounge and wait for my plane to be ready to board. Once it is I make my way toward the plane. Taking my assigned seat I relax into the chair and close me eyes. Mentally preparing myself for the take off. I hate take offs. They always make me sick.

Soon a flight attendant passes me and stops.

"Are you alright ma'am?"

I nodded not looking at the lady. My eyes were closed and I was straining my hands against the seats arm rests. My knuckles turning white. I heard the pilots voice come in over the speakers. Saying weather conditions and approximated time to our destination. I could care less. I just wanted to get there.

The take off had begun and I felt my stomach rise, then fall again. I could feel my nausea rising. Forcing it down. Trying to not make a s scene, I feel better after a few minutes in the air. I toss a piece of gum into my mouth and a few minutes later my ears pop. While I hate plain rides, they are a good time to get work done.

So I use my 3 1/2 hour flight to the advantage. Placing appointments, and scheduling meetings, sending emails, and setting up work contacts for my fashion line, models, and my new branch of interior design. I almost hop with glee. I have wanted to get into the interior design field for quit some time now. But have never had a partner who was willing to jump start me. Help me on my feet into that sort of thing. To test my toes in the water. Give it a try. Before I know it. We are about to land. Sighing I brace myself for the worst feeling in my life. My stomach rose and fell again. The same process happens at lift off and landing. I get off the plain, head for the luggage pick up, and out the airport doors. I won't be here again for another 4 days. Hopefully. Unless the Jessica turns me away.

I hail a taxi and tell them to take me to the Marriot Hotel. They do so and I am whisked away. Once at the hotel a bell boy is there right away to take my luggage, and open the door for me.

"Hello, valued and esteemed guest. How may we help you today?" A young woman in a black tight bun said to me. I peeled my sunglasses from my face just to the bridge of my nose.

"Home suit for Jessica Holmes." I looked her up and down. Her eyes widened, she turned around and grabbed my key card to my room from the assortment of cubbies behind her.

"Here you are Miss, Holmes." Her smile was bigger than before and almost seemed brighter. I scoffed quietly and shoved my sunglasses back up. I tilted my head in a thank you. But before I left I said.

"Leave you hair down. You will look more relaxed and happier that way. Also way more approachable. Besides. Tight buns pull your skin back."

I began to walk away. The woman mumbled to herself. I slipped into it the elevator. The bell boy taking a separate elevator. We meet on the same floor and I unlock my door. Following me in. He places my bag in the joining masters room and leaves. I place a $20 tip on his cart before he leaves.

I place my laptop on the dining table and plop into a chair in a sitting area near a fire place which has been lit. I look over at the liquor cabinet. Tempting. But I decide against it. Pulling out my phone I call Liam.

"Hellloooo" his voice chimes over the phone he answers.

"How's my angle doing?"

"I'm doing fine. Thank you for asking," I roll my eyes.

"Not you, my puppy. How is she?" I remove my phone from my ear and put the phone on speaker as I make my way to the bed room to unpack.

"She's fine. Loves the outside. Which is hard cause I live in a penthouse. You did some real nice thinking asking me to watch her."

I laugh

"You could have stayed at my house. I have a guest room."

He sighs and I can tell he's rubbing the bridge of his nose. Call it a friends intuition.

"Sure now you tell me."

We talked about random things for awhile. Then talked about our business deal, and about more random things. Liam didn't know the real reason I was in D.C. and I wouldn't tell him.

I look at my whatch and take a deep breath. It's almost time for my meeting and I have to admit. I'm nervous. There is a twist in my gut and an ache in my chest. I hated this feeling. But I've felt this way for a while now. I have to face the facts. Reality won't be kind to me. It never has been.

I grab my purse and walk out of the building, telling the clerk to pull my rental car around. Once in the car I take a deep breath. We are meeting at the White House.