The Sleepover

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The sleepover
(based on a dream I had)

Before I went to sleep that night, I lay curled up in my bed watching that old 80s TV show, Roseanne. It was an earlier episode from the first season, back when George Clooney played Jackies boyfriend, Booker. Usually, on commercial breaks I grab a book from the pile that is growing on top of my guinea pigs cage and read until the show comes back on. Since I dont have any bookshelf space left and my room is very small, I have about thirty books piled on top of my guinea pigs cage, something that he doesnt like, I think it distracts his view.

Anyway, back to my story. On commercial break as I was reaching for The Black Cat by VC Andrews, I overheard a commercial for an upcoming episode of Entertainment Tonight. Now, Im going to tell you a little secret of mine. I think those entertainment magazines and TV shows like, People, Star, and especially, The National Enquirer are beyond stupid. But, I cant help sneaking a peek once and awhile!
Anyway, like I said, as I was about to grab my book, I heard the host of Entertainment Tonight, Mary Hart announce, Coming up on our show Tom Cruise has announced that he and former Dawsons Creek star, Katie Holmes are officially dating! Details on their Roman Holiday vacation tonight!
I gasped, dropped my book, and snapped my head around hoping to catch the rest of the commercial but it had ended.
Wow, I thought, as I settled back in my bed, Katie has to be in her middle twenties and Tom is at least in his middle forties. I guess theyre trying to out do Demi and Ashton?

Well, I never did see that episode of Entertainment Tonight; I fell asleep as I was watching Roseanne, something that I have done many times before! In fact, the last thing I remember watching on Roseanne was Jackie and Booker bowling together on a bet.

Suddenly, I was standing inside a Victorian Mansion. I was dressed in a long, white dress made entirely out of lace. It reminded me of the dress Priscilla Presley wore when she married Elvis, minus the veil and tall hair. I was twenty-one years old and I was throwing a slumber party for my friends. Yes, a slumber party! All of my friends were there, even the ones whom I havent seen since Fifth grade graduation, but the thing was we were all grown-up. We gathered inside the parlor played a DVD and did each others make-up and nails. You know, a typical girls slumber party. As I was painting neon green nail polish on my friend Chelseas nails a loud hush fell over the room. I glanced up and there in the doorway stood George Clooney! We all gasped, what was he doing here? The strange thing was this wasnt present day George Clooney; this was 1980s pre-ER days, George Clooney! And he was hot!

Can you show me around your mansion, George said, as he flashed a smile. All of the girls looked at me. I didnt know what to say. George Clooney arrives at my house unexpected and wants a tour? Sure! Isnt that every womans dream come true? I stood up, and to the envious looks of my friends, I said, Of course Ill give you a tour! Follow me. I gave my friends a superior smile, tossed my long auburn hair over my shoulders took a hold of Georges hand and sauntered out of the room.

I showed him the kitchen with the wood burning stove, and table long enough to seat at least thirty people. The living room with the shag orange carpet (yuck!), and lead him upstairs to the bedrooms. We walked to the end of the hall and I opened a door, which led to the attic. We climbed the squeaky stairs and into the dusty attic floor. Cobwebs tumbled down from the molded ceiling and rats scattered over the floor. Suddenly, George grabbed me from behind and pulled me over to him. We kissed for what seemed as an eternity and as we came up to breathe, I said, Wow, the rumors are true. Tom Cruise really is the best kisser in the world!

Then there was a long silence. George looked down at me and said, What did you say? I gasped, looked down at my bare feet and said in an embarrassed voice, I GUESS I WAS THINKING OUT LOUD.
I looked back up at George. He just shrugged his shoulders and said, Oh well, and we went back to kissing.

Suddenly, a loud buzzing noise filled the air. What in the world? I thought. To my shock, George began to disappear and I found myself back in my bed. My TV was still on, turned to Nick at Nite, my VC Andrews book lay forgotten on the floor and my guinea pig was squealing. He knew that the buzzing noise of my alarm clock meant that I was awake and I could feed him. To my guinea pig that alarm meant food, to me that alarm meant that I had exactly one hour to get dressed, eat and work eight mind numbing hours at my job. Furiously, I grabbed my book from the floor and threw it at my Hello Kitty alarm clock. If it wasnt for my stupid job, I could have more hours to dream about George!

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