"So, I've got this theory," Jack paused to take another sip of his rum and coke. "You know how when you're lying there in bed, just starting to drift off, you can sometimes hear voices?"
David sat staring half blankly at his long time friend as they occupied a couple of seats at the hotel bar. They were in town for a movie convention and this was the first time they'd been in the same state in over five years. He nodded slowly as he wrapped his alcohol-riddled brain around what his friend was getting at.
"Anyway. So my thought is...what if...those voices are souls of other sleepers?" He took another sip. "You know, like they are floating around calling each other out to come play for the night. Which would explain why sometimes you wake up more tired than when you went to bed. Right?"
"Um, sure Jack...that's interesting." David said in a distracted drawl. His mind obviously focused elsewhere.
Elsewhere, being that shapely Brunette over by the dance floor. He was trying desperately not to stare, but his eyes were drawn to her like a magnet. She turned slowly as if she felt his eyes burning through her...and smiled dreamily, his own grin spreading across his tired face. Her eyes were like melted chocolate, as her gaze penetrated through his defenses and grabbed him by the core of his soul. And held fast.
Unable to break the trance, for fear that she was an illusion and might well evaporate if he chanced to look away, he slowly rose from his stool and set his screwdriver precariously atop the bar.
"I'll be right back, Jackie...I've got to go fall into those eyes for a moment," David said in a haze.
He slowly picked his way through the crowd of conventioneers. A brief image of a hunter wending his way through the forest while stalking a deer flashed through his mind. He mused to himself that for once in his life, he wasn't the prey. But rather, the predator. She kept her eyes boring into him and the longer he maintained the contact the more he started to feel like he knew her. His brow furrowed slightly as a glimmer of thought quickly turned into a brakeless truck. In his mind, it felt as if he'd known her since the dawn of time itself.
The band on stage was doing a cover of Ted Nugent's "Stranglehold" but his ears could do nothing but ring as his brain went instantly erect. Is that even possible? He thought to himself for the briefest of instances. He sidled up to her table and she rose up before him, feet planted firmly. He thought for a split second of something witty to say, but before he could pull out even one cheesy pick-up line, she took his face in her slender hands and drew her lips to his in a lingering, passionate kiss.
