Exploring my "Field of Dreams"...

***NOTE: Thanks to Mel for the title idea. Rock on, Karrot!***

Her skin smelled like cinnamon, soft like fresh sheared wool.

With eyes closed, I felt the heat of her body pressed against me, a bonfire consuming me with its flames.

My face was buried deep in her hair. It tickled my cheeks a little -- I think I even cracked a smile.

I found my way out of that eden of brown locks and discovered her lips -- oh, they tasted so sweet, like cold, raspberry tea on a hot afternoon.

And I just kept drinking, and drinking, knowing I had to come up for air sometime.

I broke away slowly, opening my eyes.

And there she was...

...Sally Field.

And yes, just to clear up any confusion, it wasn't her when she was
"Gidget":

But rather her as she is now:

And most definitely wasn't when she was
"The Flying Nun":

Where are your heads at, people?

So there I was, looking right into her darling brown eyes, and before I could say anything, she took her hand and ran her fingers through my hair.

She didn't say a word.

Neither did I.

I was too stunned to realize this was all a dream, but damn if it didn't feel so good.

Our lips met again, and again, over and over, then...

Well, you get the picture. I think we might have even cuddled afterwards.

When I woke up, the funniest thing happened. I had left the TV on, and you know what the first thing I saw was?

A commercial for Boniva. And who's the Spokeswoman for it?

That's right, it was none other than:

She must have entered my subconscious via the airwaves. God knows how many of those commercials I might have been listening to throughout the night!

And yet, do I regret this happened?

I guess I might have preferred:

But hey, I could've done a lot worse than such a sweet gal like Sally... ;)