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DREAM LOVER

 

Gentle Readers . . . and Maxwell,

Last week I had a dream that Paul McCartney was my boyfriend. 

It wasn't Paul as he is now, though I'd take him as he is now.

It wasn't Paul when he was a Beatle, though he was adorable then. They all were.

It wasn't Paul when he was this incredibly gorgeous with a baby inside his jacket. This Paul was young and in love with Linda and taking care of their children. I would never be involved with a version of Paul who would cheat on Linda.

It was this middling Paul, after Linda had passed. This Paul was an ardent and devoted boyfriend.

In fact, he wanted to kiss me all the time. Big, wet sloppy kisses. 

After the dream drifted away and the day began, I realized this was my Paul, who must have been kissing me as I slept.

Sweet dreams, everyone. I wish you nothing but sweet dreams and slobbery kisses.

Infinities of love,

Janie Junebug

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