the po~et 4 (morning revelations)

The morning light comes as a surprise. He has evidently fallen asleep in his study. He lifts his weighed down head from his pillow of dreams. Underneath a puddle of droll was his list of wishes. Declarations of a life he not only desired but one he now believed he deserved. Too many times he had only written about people and their dreams coming true. About the philosophies he had read in his many books. Now it was time for him to use words to create a life for himself, to develop himself a character, the self he always wanted to be.

First on his list was a woman. Paul loved women. He had read over twenty books about women. He had his share of romances, mainly with other intellectuals. Those who were Science majors and spent most of there time training rats.

Now he wanted a different type of woman. Someone exotic and funny. Not an air head but one that enjoyed life and could appreciate the beauty of writing. He hadn't realized he wanted this type of woman until he thought about it.

Now he would command the universe and all of it's forces to bring her to him. And he would know her when he saw her.