His cell phone rang. It was Samantha.
“I was just thinking about you, Samantha,” he said.
“I’ve been dreaming about you all night long,” she admitted. “But I can’t remember what happened in the dreams, only that you were in them.”
Weird dreams?” he asked and remembered his own.
“I said I couldn’t remember them… but I can’t stop loving you, John.”
His voice softened as he said, “I wanted you from the first moment I saw you.” He imagined an image of Susan with bat-like wings, but he shook his head and wiped sleep from his eyes. “I want you now.”
Something deeper than themselves had brought them together – as impossible as it sounded. He was the night and she was the moon. They were made for each other. No matter how many times he failed in life, got fired or became unemployed, she needed him… still. And he had always needed Susan desperately.
“I’ve got an interview scheduled for tomorrow,” he said with excitement.
“Already? That sounds almost… miraculous!”
“I must have a guardian angel looking out for me,” he replied.
Laughter bubbled out of them with its own volition. It startled them because they did not know what they laughed at. It came from deep within, perhaps from the level of dreams, and it scared them both.
“What are we laughing at?” she asked as her voice quivered.
The song which had been stuck in his head started playing on the internet radio. “Angels,” he replied. “We were laughing at the angels.”
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