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tomorrow is Saturday!
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    I am in the midst of a spectacular dream about Jeff. We are on a sunny beach, and I am cuddled on his lap, running my fingers through his dark curly hair. He looks at me, his eyes the color of dark chocolate and full of passion as he announces in a low, rumbly voice. “I’m going to kiss you now. I have wanted to do this since I saw you on the boat.” He gently strokes the side of my face and leans down to kiss me…
    Chimes? Why are there chiming sounds in my dream? Oh wait! I’m not dreaming. It’s just my iPhone reporting a text message. I struggle to bring myself to full consciousness, reluctant to let my amazing dream go. Why is the Girlfriend Posse texting me so early? Usually, they just come over and barge in because they spend as much time here as they do in their own hotel rooms. Groggily, I grab my phone off the nightstand and check the messages. I am shocked when I do not recognize the number. A grey speech bubble appears on the screen.
    Hello? Is this Kiera?
    Yes.
    Good morning. This is Jeff.
    I immediately save his phone number and add it to my contact list. I am surprised to hear from him because I didn’t even know that he had my cell phone number. I’m thrilled to hear from him, but it is a bit unnerving.
    Hi :-), how did you get my #?
    I’m sorry to bother you. You’re probably tired.
    I’m not bothered, just surprised. I’m hippo to hear from you.
    Ugh! Stupid AutoCorrect :( *happy
    LOL I’m hippo to talk to you too.
    LOL! Cute! How can I help you?
    I would like to take you to Starbucks this morning. Please say you’ll go.
    I don’t really drink coffee…
    OK, I don’t mind if you have some juice. :-)
    I laugh out loud at the absurdity of this conversation. Yet, my heart is beating like a hummingbird. Am I brave enough to do this? I decide that I have nothing to lose. Besides, I have a jacket to return.
    Sure. What time?
    10:30 work for you?
    I look at the clock and realize that it would give me slightly less than an hour to get ready. I swallow my mini panic attack and with shaking fingers, type my reply. He responds immediately.
    OK, see you then.
    Can I get your address?
    I slap my hand against my forehead. Duh! Of course he doesn’t know where you live, you dork. I quickly text him my address.
    Thank you. I can’t wait to see you.
    Me too :-)
    I look at the clock. Holy cow! I have 48 minutes to get ready, and I haven’t even showered. I rush to get into the shower. In my haste, I come precariously close to falling off the bath bench. I am housesitting in a vacation rental for a friend from college. At home, I have a roll in shower, which is much easier to navigate. I force myself to slow down because if I fall, it would be much more embarrassing than being late.
    I choose to wear my cream-colored sundress with a tan belt because I do not have time for the hassle of putting on pants. I do take the time to put on some light pink lace underwear because going commando on a coffee date is just tacky. I don’t have time to blow dry my hair and tame it with a flat iron. So, I rapidly scoop my hair up into a sloppy bun. I glance at the clock again. If Jeff’s not early, I have 12 minutes to put on some makeup and earrings. At the last minute, I decide to wear his bomber jacket. Well, I’m as ready as I’ll ever be . I wheel to the front door to wait.

Chapter 9: Jeff
    By the time I send the last text, my hands are shaking from adrenaline. Wow! I can’t believe she actually said “yes”. I slide my phone into my pocket and run out to my truck. It’s a pigsty. There are used water bottles, candy bar wrappers and fast food napkins everywhere. I snatch a garbage bag from the garage and begin filling it as fast as I can. I get the shop vacuum and begin cleaning Lucky’s hair off of the bench seats. Lucky is a golden retriever, but he is better known as “The Shedding Machine.”
    After I finish cleaning my truck, I race toward the shower, throwing off my clothes