A DREAM COME ALIVE - PT I - CHAPTER 6 NEW BEGINNING?

I sat. God sat.
I pretended to be scanning the menu.
I ALSO was pretending to NOT be trying
to look at God.
I sat. Wondering.
He wasn't pretending, I noticed.

He was holding my left hand in his right, 

ON the table, and had turned just a bit sideways

so he could really look at me 

which was not helping my nervous factor.
I had wondered in my fantasies what this would feel like. 
BE like. Each new step, each new day, each new revelation...
A totally new adventure and I suspected this was gonna exceed expectations.

He squeezed my hand in his. I fainted.

He leaned in closer until his lips were right up against

my left ear. I fainted harder.

He blew in my ear. I DIED.
Again, so THIS is how THAT feels. GOOOOD.
Yeh. New. SO new. SO good.

I turned to look at him and that slight grin 
was a bit wider.

"YOU TWIT," I thought...

and then wondered if that meant my eternal soul was 
in jeopardy. I looked at him. Nope. But I had also detected something I had not expected. A wry and very dry sense of humor. An imp quality if you will. 
SURPRISE, and kewl.

"You are so beautiful, my Jan."

"Jan? Oh yeh. A term of endearment in Afghanistan."

I blushed.

"My name is..."

but his hand came over my mouth.

"I know Dusty dear,"

and of course he did. Facebook.

DUH.

I blushed again.

"You are FAR more beee yyyoooo tee ful 
than I had imagined."

OH MY GOD. BLUSH TO MY TOES.
The words spoken with an Afghan accent...WHOA.

"I came for you, you know."

"You mean here? To the States?"

"But yes, most certainly. I came here for you. 

Only you."

"But how did you know where to find me?" 
I was about to ask but of course... I knew. 
Facebook.

I would know in time EXACTLY how, 
but then our server came back to take our order.  
I damn near gave it to him, 

'COFFEE AND GOD ON NAKED TOAST,' 
but no. I am SO good, and NOT cause God 
is sitting right here either.
Ok, maybe a little.

"Coffee, thanks. Black."

The Robster merely nodded, 
at great personal cost I am sure,

and then he turned back to GOD, 
and it was almost painful to watch.

"And YOU, SIRRRRRR?"
said with a LISP straight...hahaha, 
out of a drag queens mouth.

'Gag,' I wanted to say.

"Yes, it isss good what MY...FRIEND said. 
Coffee, Black."
I almost spit my water. SO not kosher in public.
You know, for a God, this dude is pretty kewl. LOL.

Trust me. From the look on his face if Ye Olde Server 
had thought he could put a bullet through my smile 
and get away with it, 

"BAM.
AND you did say Black, right MY LORD?"
NOT A CHANCE buckaroo. NOT A CHANCE

Ol' Rob toothed his sentiments to God, hoping I am sure 
that come the time for judgement...
ANNNNND after a royally detached performance of 
'OH I AM SO NOT INTERESTED 
AND PULEEZE PARDON THE DROOL...' 
after snatching up the menu's departed.

OH MY GAWWWWWWWWWWD.

I didn't say that of course, 
but by the look on God's face...

I am sure he caught it.
I SOO had wanted to go 'BYEEEE,'
and stick my tongue out at him, but instead...

I changed the subject.

'You scared me, you know."

"I deed?"

"Yes."
"But WHEN deed I scare you, dear Jan?"
When I first saw you, a bit ago, out there.

THAT is why I am gonna call you Boo,

MY Boo."

Holy GHOST you know. HEHEHE.

God smiled.

WORKS FOR ME.

HOLY HOT DAMN...GOD IS BOO.

(I may pay for this somewhere out there during that 
long trek through eternity with me at his right...
IN HIS LAP THANK YOU,
but for now.)

BOOOOOOO IT IS.

But he doesn't scare me anymore.

Ok, maybe a little.

TEEEEEEENSY bit meebee.

Ok, but not the same.

HEHEHEHE.

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