Even the water tasted better. I skipped up the stairs of my building, and I didn’t wait for the elevator.I rounded the corner of floor six and saw s...meone sitting in front of my door. Elliott Rodriguez turned his head and smiled when he saw me. I sat down next to him.“I’ve sobered up a little.”“Have you?” I asked.“Yeah.”“And?”“I’m not sorry I said most of those things to you,” he told me.“No? Why’s that?” I was smiling at him. I had decided to ask him out on a date.“Because you’re the nicest. I wonder if Ms. Pierson or Bobbi Jo would even look at me.Much less look at me as they did in that dream. This was going to be a good year for Rick Dalton, I could just tell. Maybe dreams don’t come true, but some of the things I’ve dreamed about the past few days has already happened. Coincidence or not, I still wonder about that. I dreamed that my body was changing faster than normal, and it did.Now I wonder too if I was actually dreaming that, or felt it changing and my mind was telling me. He patted a his breast pocket that had thankfully not rotted away.His coin purse was still there, his favorite coin purse he had on him always. Except at night for obvious reasons. He pulled it from his breast pocket, the threads of the rotting suit tearing as he pulled gently.He opened the coin purse. Gold.He never did like pounds, gold never changed however.He walked into a store keeping his grotesquely decayed face concealed. He grabbed a satin blue tunic that covered his face, white puffy. You know how women say they hate being looked at like a piece of meat? It was one of those kinds of looks.“What?” I said.“If I’m going to donate you, I want first dibs,” she said. And she started undressing.“I didn’t know you were going to donate me,” I said. My dick started getting hard. Shelly is a babe too.“I want you to convince me you’ll come back to me,” she said as she dropped her panties.I convinced her. But she played me like a violin. I was pounding away at her when she started.