Dreaming

She elegantly walked thru the corridor, clipboard clutched to her chest, Of all the days at uni, this certainly had to be the best. Tall and slender, with rich, red hair. Walking past, teasing. To the eye, very pleasing. A secretarial look, but in a lab coat, not a suit and slender square cut specs. Slowly, I was becoming a wreck. A thick Irish accent, speaking softly, she said 'I want to make you my toy!' With the words of Sam Beckett from Quantum Leap, I nervously muttered 'Oh boy!' The technicians in the corner, were egging me on. My heart raced, legs began to weaken. My face as bright as a beacon. I finally woke and went to work Hoping the dream would become reality Throughout the offices handing out mail Wishing I could find this stunning female. At the end of the day, it was not to be, The trolley, the post and me.