The Dream

Tossing and turning Tony just could not get comfortable. Groaning a final time he gave up, sat up in bed and stared around the dark room of his coach. The long nights out on the "circuit" were slowly catching up with him. It wasn't the job that was doing it, but the being alone was what was haunting him and his dreams most.

He got out of bed and walked into the kitchen in just a pair of boxers, no shirt and ran his hand through his thick black hair, grabbed a glass out of the cupboard and got a drink of water.

He went to the couch, grabbed up the remote and turned on the TV. He started flipping through channels seeing mostly infomercials and action movies. He sighed and turned the TV back off and simply sat in the darkness. Leaning his head back against the side of the couch his mind began to wander as he began to doze; the "dreamers" of the night began to take over.

He found himself standing in a place he'd never been before. He looked around the area and recognized some people he knew and actually saw everyday out here on the road. His crew chief and fellow drivers but he just could not place the surroundings.

He found himself being drawn towards a darkened aisle around a large building. Normally a cautious person when it came to going anywhere that was dark or even mildly so, he just couldn't stop himself and for that matter he didn't want to.

He walked up to the side of the building, turned and saw that the scene had changed again. Everyone he knew was gone; he was now alone and surrounded by darkness. It wasn't cold and he did not feel alone. Reaching out, he searched for a wall or anything to walk himself against and as he moved forward. He found himself yet again in another place.

Not one for guessing games even in his sleep induced trance, he was becoming agitated. He didn't know where he was and always having to "watch his back" wasn't putting him in any better of a mood as far as he was concerned. Just as he was going to try to draw himself out of the dream the scene changed yet again. This time he found himself in a bedroom or what he guessed to be one becauseof the huge four post wooden bed standing in the center of the room.

The air was filled with a sweet perfume smell and was drawn to it. He reached the bed and saw that it had a deep burgundy coverlet on it. Pillows were stacked high against the headboard and candles were everywhere. Every shape and size of candle in every imaginable sequence was placed in holders and on stands all over the room, floor and walls. The feel of the room aroused him.

He felt a presence behind him and stiffened as he spun around quickly in case whatever it was came to bring him harm. Instead, he was standing face to face with the most beautiful woman he'd ever seen.

He started to speak but as quickly as she'd come, she disappeared.

Blinking Tony sat up and looked around the coach. He was back on the couch but the image of the woman was etched into his brain now. He shook it off again blaming the "aloneness" of being on the road. Standing he went back to his room and climbed back into bed, bound and determined to get some sleep. He had qualifying the next day and didn't want to be completely useless to himself or the team.

He had barely laid his head back onto his pillow when he once again found himself in the same room. The same woman stood over him but this time he was in the large bed in the center of the room.

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