Hotline: Sexsomnia and Anderson Cooper (Fantasy Segment)

Picture it.
Washington, D.C.
January 2009
OperatorLA is alseep. It's been a long, long week. My body is exhausted, my mind numb. Who knew that covering the Inaugural Festivities For President Al Gore and Vice President Hillary Clinton would be so demanding. But I am a professional journalist and must see my stories to the end. Thank God Anderson Cooper has been at my side this whole time. He has been my rock. My hard touchstone that I have reached out to in times of need and turmoil. We are both overwhelmed and have collapsed onto the bed in my five star hotel room. And suddenly I feel my clothes being ripped off of me, my body being pawed at by a stunning, silver fox. My journalistic integrity gets shoved to the floor like my trousers and it happens. We make mad passionate Cooper/operatorLA love. It is amazing and surreal. I had an inkling that Anderson may have felt this way, but he has been so stayed and professional all week. Nary a stray glance has lingered between us, but now his true intentions are undeniable. We awaken, as visions of a life long committment fill my mind, and he turns to me and says:

"Not Again."
"Again," I say confused
"There something I need to tell you. I am a sexsomniac."
"Oh"
"I thought I had solved the problem. I am just grateful it is you this time."
"This time?"
"The last time this happened I woke up with Ryan Seacrest on top of me."