I waited on my friend and Paul was on my mind. She took the pictures and smiled. She said, go to your bed and when morning comes, do not get up of bed. Wait until someone call you. It will be all a dream, it won't be real as we are. I couldn't send you there for real, I am not a time machine. And I said, I want it. Do what you do, but send me there. And she said, do as I told you. Do not get up.

I went to bed and I looked to the ceiling. I wanted to be there. I closed my eyes and waited until someone called me. And I kept on waiting, and then the door knocked at the very shade of dawn. I said, come on in, and someone entered the room. It was Denny Laine. As good looking as in those old pictures. He smiled at me. I stared at him.

"Hi, darling.", he said.
"Hi."
"I came to call you...it's rather late and I was wondering why you didn't wake up."
"Oh, I just slept over.", I said. "Where's Paul?"
"Pacing around the floor. Linda went back to USA, her father is ill."
"I feel sorry for her."
"Do you really?", he laughed.
"What do you think?"
"That you should forget him and make me welcome in your bed."
"If I needed someone, you'd be the first I would call.", I smiled.
"Yeah, I wish.", he smiled. I got up and out of bed and I stared at him again.
"You got the killing look, luv.", he said, smiling. "Wish I had it for me."
"You are very blunt.", I smiled, but with a tinge of 'beware' in my lips.
"I am. And very, very..."
"I don't want to hear what are you very. Out of the room, please."

He walked out and closed the door. I dressed the first thing that I saw in front of the dream's wardrobe and walked out. Denny was no longer there. I just walked and walked down a hotel's corridor, and then I met him. My sweet dream. My sweet Paul. Just like in the picture. Sweet scented and sad. He looked to me and walked back.

"Why are you running away from me, Paul?", I asked, all innocence.
"Don't want to see you.", he said. "Don't want to put my eyes on you."
"Are you afraid?", I laughed.
"Linda's out of town..."
"...you know what I want from you..."
"...that is no reason to betray her..."
"...tomorrow I will be gone, this is just a dream..."

I walked to him and held his hands. They were cold. He was afraid.

"Whatever love is, you cannot resist to what I am offering you. Just one go. It's all a dream, I will be gone tomorrow."
"Leave me, just leave me!"
"If you don't want me then you...will...have...."

I got him suddenly in my arms, and kissed him right and fully on his lips. Sweet Paul tasted like the devil, like the sweetest ice, the hottest dream. I took all I could in that kiss. I was devouring him and he didn't seem to stop me anytime, but I could feel his hands, his face growing cold. I let go of him, and he walked out of the room. My misery. Sweet taste of the devil. I will make you mine, Paul. I yelled to him,

"If you want me to beg, I will beg, I will be on my knees. But do not deny what you are feeling towards me. I beg of you. Just one go and I will be gone."
"Leave me!", he said. "I don't want you. I don't need you, need no other woman than my wife."
"Speak that looking into my eyes, Paul. Say that you don't need me, straight into my eyes.", I hissed. He looked down. I laughed. "I am waiting on you, Paul. I won't be here tonight. I don't want you to be a gentleman or a nice man...I want you! Just you, and what you have to give...", I said, my hands going down on him. I could see that he was trying to regain control... my sweet Paul, sweet misery, my all. I kissed him again and again he didn't stop me, but also he wouldn't react.

"Tell me what is your darkest thought", I whispered into his ear. "It will be my darkest thought too..."