Leslie stared closer, still not believing what she was seeing. The person was rather tall…taller that her. He had blonde hair, and she could see a tattoo on each arm. Something was very familiar about this man. As Leslie got closer….the person turned around. Leslie gasped…she knew who this was. She had only been in love with him for the past three years. As a matter of fact…she had just seen him the night before…in concert that is. This was none other than Nick Carter. Leslie still thought that maybe she was dreaming. Perhaps the fact that she had just seen Nick perform, the fact that she had been listening to Backstreet cds all day….maybe all this was some kind of subconscious dream. She knew that people dreamed of things that they had experienced in some way. So then this all made perfect sense. That is why she was dreaming of Nick. What she couldn’t figure out however is why she couldn’t wake herself up. But who cares she thought!! If she was going to have a dream about Nick, especially one this real….then she was going to enjoy it. She went to her room and slipped into something a bit sexy. Some black silk pajamas.
She went back in the living room and walked to her tv again. But wait a minute….Nick wasn’t there anymore. With a confused look on her face, Leslie approached the tv and kneeled down in front of it. She looked around….then slowly placed her hand on the glass. To her amazement….her hand went right through. She pulled it back out. “Woah!” was all she could think. She put her hand in again…this time reaching in up to her elbow. All of a sudden she felt something strong pull on her…and in she went….