Okay, this is completely off-topic for this blog, and my apologies if it strikes anyone as inappropriate. I just wanted to share a weird dream I had last night …
In it, I'm in an apartment in DC (I've never lived there, ever) and I'm with Barack Obama. He's wearing only a towel. Those pecs! Wow. I'm, uh, similarly clad. Ahem. (Blushes). He languidly hands me a thick sheaf of papers; the typed pages are laced with penciled-in notes.
I realize it's a draft of his inauguration speech. Gasp! Moi?
He nods.
The imminent leader of the free world looks at me with those brown doe-eyes and says, "Look this over and let me know what you think, would you?"
I lounge. I sift through pages. I gaze into the face of hope and change and say, fumbling for the right word, "It's so … so … scholarly."
He beams.
I wake up.
O.M.G. I'm still panting. Somebody pass me a chocolate before I faint.
Happy Inauguration Day tomorrow, everyone.
–Anne Levy, editor