Curing The Dream

Stripping down to your bra & knickers & then thinking twice about it stripping off altogether you walked down the street as if you did it everyday an ordinary occurrence wolf whistles, car horns & gasps accompanying your promenade. Your naked flame red hair making people unsure if you were or weren’t? “Why? ” I asked. You said you used to dream it and fearful of it you decided to live it for real see what the dream felt like in reality. Now, free from it you no longer dream it. Even charming the cop who came to investigate the commotion (you had already slipped back into your dress) stating that it was just an artistic touch and although it looked like it was...it wasn’t you were an art student making a performance art video and you were Lady Godiva. You showed the shy cop your skimpy dress clinging to your curvy body he stared at your bust.. blushed. Let you go with the promise you’d send him a copy of the video. The nightmare tamed nuzzling a sugar lump from your open palm.