Jan 17 2009
Day - 14 Bierodream
No reply yet from Phil’s agent, I hope he sees me as a pet project in-between his acting commitments. I need him now, last night I had a nightmare about a pint of beer. I was stood by a bar where it sat innocently. Unable to resist a closer look, I reached out and grab the pint and stare at it. The glass is frosty, condensation dripping down its golden sides seductively while the bubbles fizz up. I anticipate the soothing gulp as I move the glass closer to my lips. Just as they touch the glass, I tilt it up and watch the amber liquid slowly ebb towards me, but my ears scream with the sound of a torrent or river rapids down towards my aching, yearning mouth and WHAM! I am awake, cold sweat, it’s 3.13am. Emily is mumbling in her sleep. Guilt sneaks out the door and I return to my covers, but the thought is there now; implanted, waiting and craving.
