“Good morning, honey…”
He was awakened by her quick good morning kiss
Just before receiving a second, from the hastily opened curtains
Both of them beamed, though he couldn’t divine which was brighter
But it seems they each were happy he was there, which always puzzled him
She stood briefly in front of the window, hands on her hips, a smirk on her lips, and an ever so slight hint of the devil in her brilliant eyes
It was definitely she, who was the brighter; and he vaguely wondered if the sun was jealous
Today marked two score and ten years for them, as a them; the old-time lingo always tickled her
This year, like every year past, she was determined to make it special
Even though, he thought, she made every day special
A family gathering
Children, grandchildren, and even a couple great-grand-rascals
All visiting for the feast that she meticulously planned
Food, games, and if he can convince her, maybe some singing with the family and the old baby grand
She’d need no convincing, of course, and she needn’t have gone through the elaborate preparations
He always told her she didn’t need to work so hard on these things; but he had to come to terms, many years before, that it was something she relished
And it was folly to interfere; though he did so occassionally, just for her cheek
She’d always smile and say, “Everyday is a new day for you to fall in love with me more.”
Silly girl, he thought, I fall in love with you more with each quick good morning kiss
“How do you feel, honey?”
Lost in her, he was. You hear it all the time, but she really was the love of his life. Not a day goes by, that he doesn’t worship the ground she floats over. His angel.
“Honey?”
He couldn’t imagine ever leaving her side, nor she his. He would hold onto her forever, it was his favorite thing to do. After all, there were quite a few more days ahead, to fall in love with her more
“I think he’s gone, at the moment,” the nurse said politely, “Maybe you should come back in the afternoon.”
She paused briefly to glance out the window, trying to see what he sees. “When he loses himself, he’s usually out of it for a few hours.”
The woman nods, wipes away a tear, and gives him a quick good morning kiss, as they were leaving the room
The nurse briefly paused in front of the window, to check the area, and him, one more time
And he was awakened…
There she was, standing in front of the window, hands on her hips, a smirk on her lips, and an ever so slight hint of the devil in her brilliant eyes
Today was a special day, and oh how he loved being with her. There was nowhere else he’d rather be
*the door locks from the hallway*
Well written!
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Thank you
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Too bad more people don’t find their soulmates like this (fantasy ?) couple.
I like the structure of the story. Thanks!
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Thanks (:
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I was just glued to this post and was imagining the whole scene.. just love the way u presented it… 💞💞
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Thanks so much (:
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A really interesting concept, I never thought of writing something cyclical like this. If you don’t mind I think ill give a try one day.
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I forbid it. (; A tender trigger for a sadly broken mind, thank you
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