Alex Turner - Songs Imagines

Dream

*Listen to: "The Dream Synopsis" - The Last Shadow Puppets*

"Alex." you call softly, stroking his arm.
"Alex!", you repeat loudly. Still nothing.
"ALEX!!", now you're shaking his arm.
"Mmhhh...", he grunts.
"You gotta wake up."
"Mmmmmhhhh..."
"You'll be late."
"...[unintelligible]...minutesss...", he mumbles.
"Your alarm went off two times and guess who woke up? ME!"

"Sorry." He opens one eye. " 'Morning, love."
"Good morning, sunshine."
He lifts up on one arm, holding his head with his hand. His hair is all over the place and his eyes are still half closed. Puppy, comes to your mind.
"I had a weird focking dream", he says with a confused look on his face.
"Oh yeah? What was it about?"
"Uhh...we were working at a restaurant..." he tries to recall.
"Us, working in a restaurant? Imagine the disasters?"
"Yeah...we were trying to sneak somewhere so the manager wouldn't find us kissing..."
You chuckle.

He looks up in the air, trying to remember more. " And then we were in Sheffield... and this crazy gale came up...palm tree debris everywhere..."
"Palm trees in Sheffield?" you comment, giggling.
"Yes! And a Roman Colosseum", he adds.
"What!?"

"Sorry that you had to wake up to my dream report, baby, am I boring you?"
"No, no, it's actually kind of entertaining. What happened next?"
"Then...I dunno, this part is kinda confusing, I was in a building surrounded by the ocean and I started running...dunno why I was running...anyway, we ended up here in Los Feliz...it was me and you, and Miles, and some punk I knew in school. And it was snowing!"
"What the f..." you say giggling.
"Yes! It was snowing, thick and fat, it was beautiful."
"Snow in L.A.? All this images are so...opposing! I think you had too much to drink last night, hon."
"Visions of the past, of maybe the future, who knows. Anyway. It must be awful to hear me talk about this shite."

"Not really, I like to hear about dreams. It's amusing. And I would listen to yours for hours."
"It must be torture, I say" he says in a funny voice and starts tickling you.
"No! Stop!"
He goes for the spot where you are the most ticklish.
"Torture!" he exclaims.
You're laughing uncontrollably and  can't breath. "St...stop torturing... me!"

He stops tickling you and kisses you instead. "Ugh. What if I cancel this thing? We could just stay in bed all morning...share a shower.." he says mischievously.
"We can do that tonight", you say with a smirk.
"Ok. I'll hold on to that thought. All day."
"Get up now or you won't make it in time for the appointment."
"Yes, MOM" he replies, sarcastic.

He gets up and you curl back under the blanket. "Ahhh...I'm just gonna go back to sleep now", you say to rub it in.
"You're mean", he protests.
"Yes..It feels so good under the blankets and now I have the bed all to myself...ahhhh still warm." You stretch all over the bed.
"Pure evil. You are going to pay for this, you know?", he says in a serious tone.
"Tonight?"
"Tonight."

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