Good morning Salem, and what a beautiful morning it's shaping up to be with plenty of sunshine expected to last all day long, and mild summer-like breezes coming out of the East, once more, to make those glorious autumn leaves dance.

And believe me, you'll want to dance too, if you keep it tuned in right here at W-EAZY FM, home of those smooth, soulful sounds you need to kick back into your work-week without a care. Listen to the doctor's orders, you know you want to; all it takes is a little imagination and whole lotta Temptations.

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Like a pattering of warm rain, the music fell, mellow, light, drifting into the spirit, turning a bowl of cold milk and sweet cereal into elements of pure fancy as Lucas lowered his paper to catch Sami's eyes over the instantly surreal breakfast table with its silver backed chairs glinting, with the black and white checkered floor spread beneath them. A slight inclination of the head and she too noticed Will's swaying.

He looked so cute in his blue flannel striped PJ's and matching slippers, his hair all tousled and sticking up, bopping along to the beat. And if she was perfectly honest, his father looked pretty cute too in nothing more than red boxers, an infectious grin to fuel her own.

Despite spite, she couldn't contain the laughter, when with a mischievous wink, he stole Will's spoon, and in a fit of playfulness stood up to sing along, spoon as mic, motioning to her with his outstretched hand, sliding across the linoleum, hamming it up to their son's delight.

…To have a girl like her
Is truly a dream come true.
Out of all the fellas in the world,
She belongs to me…

Discarding the spoon over his shoulders, he dropped to his knees next to Sami's chair, hands clasped over his heart as he gazed up at her in mock torture/puppy-love. Of course, she batted her eyes prettily; crossing her legs, straightening her terry cloth robe over her lap in dainty high coyness while Will giggled.

…But it was just my imagination,
Running away with me.
It was just my imagination,
Running away with me.

But when he lightly grasped her wrist, she shoved him back, only to laugh heartily as he sprawled out on the floor pretending to be mortally creamed.

Ooooo. Soon we'll be married
And raise a family. Oh Yeah.

He sang to the ceiling before abruptly hand-springing to his feet and whisking over to his son, scooping Will up in his arms, spinning in fast circles.

A cozy little home out in the country,
With two children maybe three.
I tell you I, can visualize it all
This couldn't be a dream, for too real it all seems.

Happily, they toppled to the floor, Lucas signaling 'time-out' as he tried to catch his breath, the room still whirling as he looked from the joyous boy at his side to the smiling woman bending over them, his heart fluttering as she proffered her hand, the sun through the window burnishing her hair into soft spun threads of light, her robe dangerously parted, the neck-line plunging low and secret, and that instant of amazing clarity when they touched …

Like before, she had to of felt it. She must have. Her expression betrayed her, as did the color in her cheeks, as did the trembling of her flesh against his when he steadied himself by leaning into her.

But it was just my imagination…

No, he was wrong in a split second she stepped out of his accidental embrace returning to the table, studying her Fruit Loops intently, ignoring the moments it took him to recover.

Sighing, he gunny sacked Will over his shoulders, plopping the wiggling tike back down in a chair, wondering if she really did steal a glance and a smile their way or if he was he simply seeing things?

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Runnin away with me,
Tell you it was just my imagination,
Running away with me…

Softly, Chloe sang, absent-mindedly braiding her hair, peering out the window, when she felt him silently slip behind her sinking down on the bed with a creak, his strong gentle hands engulfing her own guiding them slowly downwards as he took over the task. Reverently he unlaced the braid, gliding his fingers through the dark waves of her tresses, repetitiously, soothingly, seductive.

Unbidden, she inclined into his touch, closing her eyes as he breathed in her scent.

Every night on my knees I pray
Dear lord hear my plea yea
Don't ever let another
Take his love from me

With the warmth within her surging, he swept up her locks, exposing the back of her neck to the chill of the air and the heat of his wet gauzy kisses.

Or I will surely die
Heavenly, heavenly, when your arms unfold me

Carelessly, he slid his free hand up and down her side, caressing her through the thin cotton of her baby-doll T, bunching the amethyst material in his fist at her tiny moan of approval. He let her hair fall as he removed the garment. Instinctively, she turned into him seeking his mouth, kissing then singing.

I hear the tender rhapsody
But in reality
He doesn't even know me

But he did know her. As they continued to kiss and explore, as his voice joined in with hers, mingling, mixing into one, as his shirt tumbled off, it was like he had always known her. Always. To be with Brady was as natural as breathing.

But it was just my imagination-- ohh, so fly look out my window
Runnin away with me --It's running away with me baby
Just my imagination --runnin away
running away with me --my baby, my sugar, my sweetie, look at my baby

Just my imagination --ohh, soo fly look out my window
Runnin away with me --It's runnin away with me
Just my imagination yeeaaaa
running away with me--my baby, my sugar, my sweetie, look at my baby

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Aww…if that isn't the perfect way to start your day, Babyface & Gwyneth Paltrol, here easing you into this fine Monday morning at W-SUNN FM, the sunny one, always ready to give you another shot of that feel good music you need to keep you keeping on…