Two things on my mind lately. Spain and Ted Nugent.

Spain is a country, Ted Nugent is a rock star who hunts with a bow and arrow.

Funny how the mind works, and dream… Always the dream.

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She was brown. Skin like a well tanned beach goer only natural even in the shade. Her name was not important. Her age was not important. Nothing really important about her other than her uncanny manners resembling a cat.

Laying naked upon his chest she was barely  considered to be heavy. Her body was very thin, her breasts very small, and she could have very well been considered a cat as her chest slowing moved up and down as her slumber reminded the man of a purr.

The two had recently been engaged in an activity. It could have been a discussion about politics or it could have been a passionate bout of lovemaking. That too, was not important.

What is important in life? What an interesting question.

Some say God. Some say family. Some say work. Some say sex. Some say… whatever it is that some say. For her and him, it was the moment where she slept and he dreamed.

His dreams varied and changed as the moments and times changed. At this moment, a beautiful naked woman from Spain lay upon his chest much like a cat.

Her skin was covered in small, fine hairs. Her hair on the head was long and soft. So very, very soft.

The man reached his right hand up and caressed the hair and it made him smile.

Certain things are important to many people in many forms and ways. For this couple, this moment was important. A moment where nothing else in the world existed.