This was her night and she slowly let me become a part if it; she couldn’t turn down a foot rub. Her feet were soft and I didn’t believe she was a waitress even if we did meet at work. Her hair was clean and didn’t stop my fingers. It was soft too like she brushed each handful a hundred times. She did this once a week to remind herself what she could be and what her life will be like.

I wrote and took tasteful pictures, even the head shots she needed. I know she likes the attention but I think she really liked having the same access to me.

We were both dreaming and even dreaming of being together but it was all fake.