It's 2:13 a.m. Everybody is sleeping and I'm watching TV in the living-room. There isn't anything interesting on TV tonight and I would go to bed, but I'm not sleepy. I'm remembering a song I heard at the last concert I went to the last week and suddenly I hear a noise. No, it's none of the beds. It seems more like a door - the door of my bedroom! Now I hear footsteps on the corridor and I begin to feel frightened. It moves forward slowly and I hear it approaching here while my fear and my nervousness are growing. Finally it reaches the end of the corridor and enters the living-room.
I have pictured this moment, or something similar, a lot of times. It's him. I've seen him, and imagined a lot more, and so now I only feel surprised, but also glad for having him here finally. Now he begins to speak quietly: "Hi, I'm Wayne, Wayne Hussey". It wasn't necessary for him to say it, I knew it already. He's wearing the same clothes he wore the first and last time I saw him, last week.
That was the time that we were closest, more or less 10 meters apart. I was in the middle of the crowd, but it seemed as if he was only looking at me. Actually, I couldn't know it, because he had his typical sun-glasses, but I felt how he made eyes at me, caressing my skin. I wished like crazy I had been beside him in that moment, but I just continued looking at him. What could I have done?
Now he has his sun-glasses on, too, so I can't see the expression of his eyes. I would like to say something intelligent that could impress him, but I only get to stummer "What... what are you doing here?" "I don't know. do you remember last week? From the first time I saw you I couldn't take my eyes off you. Didn't you notice it? Sometimes it seemed as if you weren't looking at me, but then I felt it again. I wished like crazy I was beside you in that moment, but I couldn't do anything but to continue looking at you. Tonight I remembered that moment with my eyes closed and when I opened them I found myself in this house."
I am really surprised because of what he has just said, but I won't tell him that I felt the same - although he seems to know it - , so I just ask him "Well, and what shall we do now?" "Well, we can't spend the night looking at each other's face, so we can talk about ourselves" , he says quietly and then he begins to tell me about his life. I also begin to talk and I rwalize that I don't inhibited at all, as I use to do when speaking to someone for the first time. He doesn't ask me anything, but he seems to have the ability to make me talk as if I have known him for all my life. This is exactly how I feel: it seems as if I know him perfectly well, and he seems to know me well, too.
This situation is really very strange, because it's not usual that a famous person suddenly appears in your house and then you begin to talk to him as if you had always been together. Despite this, I feel really well. Moreover, he is the typical man I like: nice, kind, with a good sense of humour, intelligent - and with a fantastic and beautiful voice! That's why I feel as if this was perfect, although it seems completely unreal.
I'm telling him about my last trip when he interrupts me and says "Hey, dawn is about to come. Do you want to see the first rays of sun?" I haven't notice what time it was, because it seems as if only half an hour had passed since he came, but I answer that it's a great idea.
While we walk to the balcony, he takes off his sun-glasses and I finally see his eyes. I almost get dazzled by them, because they shine as if he was really happy, and I also see my happiness reflected and my amazement about all that is happening. We get onto the balcony and we see that the sky is still dark, but soon it begins to get brighter and he tells me "I think it's time I return home, but you don't have to worry. I guess we'll meet again soon" Suddenly the first ray of light blinds me and I have to close my eyes.
When I open them I realize that I'm again in the living-room, watching TV. I instinctively look at the clock and I see it's 2:15 a.m. I must have fallen asleep. It's a pity it was only a dream, but it was too unreal and perfect to be true. I decide to go to bed and I stand up, but when I begin to walk I notice there's something on the table. I approach it and I get petrified when I see what it is: it's his sun-glasses...
