I felt my heart rate and respiration jump. At least I hadn’t screamed. I need to get up…wait, “What the….” In the morning light escaping around the pulled blinds, I saw nothing that looked familiar. I was in a king-sized bed in what appeared to be in an old-fashioned bedroom complete with a patchwork quilt, wainscoted walls, a dry sink with pitcher and bowl. Heavily stuffed chairs resembled prehistoric animals gazing at me from the corners. Glancing at the other side of the bed, I saw it had not been slept in…”What the f….”
“Okay I get it, it’s a dream within a dream. I only think I’m awake. The scene is too real. If this is a dream within a dream, why do I feel the urge to pee?”
As I stood over the urinal, I noticed something was wrong…well…different. The lower body I looked at didn’t resemble mine in the least nor did the dragon I was draining. Short, thick legs were now long and slender, bowling ball sized calves replaced with long, supple, athletic ones. The “over Sixty” paunch I worked so hard and failed to eliminate was gone, replaced by toned abs and a chest covered in dark, curly hair.
Turning on the light at the bathroom sink, the mirror reflected a face and upper body that wasn’t mine. Looking back at me, mimicking my every move was Tom Selleck. Not the Blue Bloods or Jesse Stone Tom Selleck, the Magnum P.I. Tom Selleck. The shaggy dark hair and matching mustache, dimples that deepened like the Grand Canyon when I smiled Tom Selleck. “Man, what a dream.” Dipping my head a bit and angling it to the side, my face became the winking Tom Selleck’s.
The body didn’t feel like mine either. I usually groaned when I got out of bed. The body I looked at in the mirror didn’t ache at all. Locking my knees, I bent and reached toward my toes…“Man, what a dream.”
Looking around the room, my gaze fell on the armoire that housed a television set above its pullout drawers. A folded notecard made from expensive stock sat to one side of the TV, a remote to the other. Picking up the notecard, I felt chills chase themselves up and down my spine, ‘Welcome to Pearly Gates Bed and Breakfast,’ was embossed in gold on the front. The inside also etched in gold, welcomed me. ‘We hope to make your transition enjoyable and stress-free.’ It was signed, Petra Saint, Proprietor. I pondered…”I’m missing something.”
A gentle knock to my door brought me back to the here and now, where ever the here and now was.
Through the peephole, I saw a shapely petite woman with a clear, coffee and cream complexion and short blue-black hair. She tapped a pen against a clipboard before placing it under her arm and straightening her clothes. The woman had an “all business” look on her a pretty face. A familiar silhouette stood on shapely, well-formed legs, displayed in a black leather skirt. Black moderately heeled pumps made her calf muscles stand out. A matching leather jacket covered a blazing white blouse with a moderate neckline covered in frills.
I recognized her. I had watched her on TV the night before as I fell asleep, Tamron Hall on the ID Channel. I kept the TV on to blot out the sounds buzzing in my ears…except my ears were no longer buzzing.
An excerpt from the short story
The short story A Game… Under a Psychedelic Sun in a Tangerine Sky may be downloaded at https://www.amazon.com/dp/B07Q18P2NQ
Don Miller’s Author’s page may be accessed at https://www.amazon.com/Don-Miller/e/B018IT38GM