Insomnia

When she can't sleep, she lays on her side with a pillow held close and whispers to herself, "Let's go somewhere else."
Behind her closed eyelids, she travels to a place where she is miraculously thin and confident. Pandora plays her background soundtrack and a warm 1950's cinema glow softens the edges. This is a place where the crush on her boss is justified by her desire and he is just as drawn to her. Events unfold as she dreams ... a rain storm, a dark room, a hesitant kiss, a passionate kiss, her hands in his hair, their bodies coming together ...
What is she wearing? Where is his wife? Where are his kids? Will someone come in? How long do they have? What would happen afterward?
Another fantasy fucked by reality.
She rolls over. The pillow spoons her back. She closes her eyes tightly. "Let's go somewhere else." She's thin ... a trail, a crisp fall afternoon, a handsome stranger ...