A DREAM COME ALIVE - PT I - SURPRISED

PART I BEGINS:

I almost came out of my clothes, but DAMN. There he was.

Unbelievable, but.

This sugary wispy confection like a glob of cotton candy...yet solidly steely real. Ephemeral human (I think) being (Angel).

Here he was, walking down the street toward me...big as life. Here. HERE, but how?

There was NO mistaking his look or his face or his strut.

Yes, strut. I had known he would have one you know. Yup. Something about him had fairly screamed out...the boy definitely knows how to move his merchandise. Not cocky mind you,. but self-confident and in a way that also said 
'LOOK, I got me a really nice package.'

But how in the hell could this be HIM?

It undeniably WAS him, but HOW?

HOW IN THE WORLD could he be here since he is from the Middle East, NOT the Midwest U.S. Can someone of his angelic divinity have escaped his reality in Kabul and somehow flown on his Angel wings to the United States? Here? To ME?

I shook my head in disbelief, as if when I did and then reopened my eyes it would NOT be him but someone else. A look-alike maybe, or...I don't. But no. 

Yet, no. 

I didn't know anything at this point, as he kept walking towards me...closer, closer, closer...until my lungs started to threaten total shutdown and my heart we won't go into.

My faren was heiting around something fierce and my blood felt BOILING HOT as I felt it skedaddling around my inner being coming periously close to total melt-down. My skin was hot to the touch. I was afraid that I was about to wind up a puddle of goo right there on the sidewalk in front of him.

MY GOD how embarrassing. SO CLOSE to AWESOME PERFECTION, and then I do a gooeyville thingus. I got this sudden mental image of me being all goo and damn near giggled. Out loud, but it would have been a very nervous giggle. Probably all high-pitched and severely adenoidal, and GROSS.

SHIT.

Closer and closer and closer and my heart was doing a WONDERFUL RENDITION of a tympani solo. POUNDING. 
I felt SO CELTIC.

I am in part you know, but this was a bit over the top methought.

I could feel droplets of sweat beginning to form on my forehead, brow, upper lip, TOES. My shoes beginning to resemble the bottom of a leaky boat, and I was awash with wet toesies and..

POUND POUND POUND!

I could hear and feel with each step he took as he approached my knees turning to mush and my tongue turning to dead meat.
TRUST ME. That was the ONLY meat anywhere on my entire body that was EVEN REMOTELY dead.

HELL, even my hair felt on fire, and yes...gooey.

OH GOOD. that face lacquer hair spray look. ALL the rage these days you know. CRAP!

OMG. What AM I gonna do?

I had NO clue.

THEN...

CHAPTER 2 - CLICK HERE