Perchance to Dream Pt. 2
“Caught Up In A Dream” Melanie found some of my daughter Alice’s looser fitting clothes and struggled into them. The Uber driver was two minutes away. Maybe, I thought. Just maybe, we can get Melanie out of here without a major scene with my hungover wife. I creaked open Alice’s door and peered out into the hall. My bedroom door was shut, where my wife was still, hopefully, sleeping. I waved Melanie out and we raced downstairs to the laundry room. She picked up her purse, shoes, and clothes from last night and we went out the front door. We kissed briefly, but passionately, and a little Prius rolled up. Fortunately, it was not the same guy from last night! “I’ll call you,” I said to her. Melanie tilted her head slightly and squinted her …