I Met the Woman of My Dreams! Part 2

I Met the Woman of My Dreams!  Part 2

While she was gone, I decided to ride the escalators some more.  I really do like to ride escalators.  They're like a mechanical marvel from a time gone by.  I stepped on to one and got to the next level when the man she was promised to started screaming at me and reached for his saber.  I waved my finger at him and said, "No, no, no.  Not in the U.S.". He groaned in disgust and anger and started attacking me.  We fought for a short while without either of us really landing any blows and I stepped back.

"Wait.  I don't want to kill you.  Perhaps we could be friends?  I have a high position in mind for you."

He stopped fighting and seemed to be considering it, but I knew that it wasn't over by the look in his eyes.  I would be expecting the unexpected.

I walked over to another escalator going down and turned left.  I saw her crouched in the shadow between two escalators.  She looked a little disheveled and wasn't wearing any makeup or jewelry.  I wondered if she had been beaten, but both of our eyes lit up.  We ran to each other and hugged.  She spoke.

"I love you so much."

"I love you too.  You are so beautiful."

"Even without my jewelry and makeup?"

"Yes.  Your heart far outshines them."

She giggled a little and we walked arm in arm around the floor.  An idea came to me.

"I know a place where we can be alone."

"You do?"

"Yes, but it's not very fancy."

"Let's go."

I led her to the luggage escalator.

"We have to ride down here."

"But..."

I grabbed her arm and away we went.

The luggage escalator was carpeted, I suppose to prevent damage to the luggage, and it had raised bumps about every foot, I suppose to keep luggage from sliding.  We went down a couple of luggage escalators after going through the turns on each floor and finally reached the belt where the luggage landed to go out to the airplanes.  We stepped on to the floor.  She looked upset.

"You would bring me here?"

"Yes.  We're alone, aren't we?"

A look of calm came over her face and she rushed toward me, grabbing me and embracing me firmly.  We kissed and this time she let my tongue in.  She was so perfect.  She was, after all, truly the woman of my dreams... or is that IN my dreams?

I started to discuss with her how we could change her country to be more U.S. friendly.  I was concerned that the citizens wouldn't take to kindly to an American ruling their country.  I even suggested appointing the man she was to wed to appease him.  She seemed to think that would be a great idea.

Before we could have much of a discussion, we rounded the corner by an "Up" escalator and we're met by two guards weilding scimitars.  She motioned to them to stop.

"But my queen, your husband to be sent us to capture this heathen."

"Let him go.  I will not wed that power hungry moron.  Come.  We must prepare for the next seminar."

She and I went our separate ways.  I went up an escalator and saw the two guards grab the woman whose name I still did not know on the down escalator.  I did NOT like the woman I loved being manhandled by two guards, so I jumped into action.

I parkoured over the escalator kicking the first guard squarely in the face.  I thin hit the second guard under the back of the chin right at the third vertebrae.  He went crumbling to the ground.  I grabbed her hand and said, "Let's get out of here!"

We ran the opposite way on the escalator then quickly grabbed another one.  We got to the floor with the door with two columns.

"I really must get ready for the seminar."

She kissed me and ran behind the closed doors.

I figured that I had some time on my hands, so I set out once again to find the lobby.
I found a sloped, curved, carpeted ramp leading to the floor below.  Realizing that I had leather soles, I decided to try to slide down the blue carpeted wide ramp.  I extended my soul a couple inches below my body and found that I could move rather fast.  When I got close to the wall, I put my legs apart and went into a half-squat to alter my direction.  It was fun.  It was something I would do in real life if I had the chance.

I reached the next floor and looked around for the lobby, but I didn't see it.  I walked up to a woman and asked if she knew where the lobby was.

"I'm not sure but I think it's right down the hall there."

She pointed and I started walking.

 seemed like I walked forever.  I finally got to the front desk which was on the left.  I stepped up to the desk.  A clerk spoke.

"May I help you?"

"Yes sir.  I seem to have forgotten my..."

I suddenly realized that I had forgotten what I came down there to ask him.  I guess I have dementia in my dreams, too.

"Never mind."

"Yes sir.  I'm here if you need any help."

I turned around and started walking back toward the escalators.

I finally reached an up escalator and got on.  A man approached me from the back.  He was a thin, somewhat seedy looking Muslim wearing a red turban.  He put his hand on my shoulder.

"I saw your fight with the guards.  That was really good."

"Thanks."

We got off of the elevator and I felt that there was something strange about the incident.  I checked my left coat pocket and found the watch which the queen had been eyeing.  I wondered whether he was a friend of the queen and wanted to help me or whether he was a friend of her promised husband who wanted to set me up.  I really wanted to give it to the queen to make her happy, but she knew that I couldn't afford something like that.  I decided to tell her what happened, show it to her, and see what she said.

~ More another day.