Where it happened: Bedroom
Langauge: English
Sex: Female
Rating: 5
Category: Straight
It is a typical morning. Typical Spring Morning.
Those days when you have to put on
That favorite sweatshirt-worn so much it is
tattered and torn, yellowed, and
the most comfortable thing you own.
I glance at my watch-the watch he got me and notice
that i am early. The watch reads 6:53.
I said 7:00. I can just “make coffe,” I think
to myslef. But I don’t because
I don’t want to ruin the smell of
Spring. The smell of budding flowers
that are still wet from
the overnight fallen moisture.
Wednesday morning. I have no clue why
I was up that early on
my spring break considering that i never
even got up that early to go to school.
But there I was,walking
up the hundred-year old steps that
lead up to the front steps
of his house.
I walked past the garden.
The garden seems to eat
the sidewalk. It has already swallowed
the house. Texas
Sage, and all the white roses.
Ivy crawling up the porch.
The sun parched door that is faded
to the perfect shade to add
that antique feel to
the Victorian style home with
the ivy crawling,
and those roses.
I walk in the front door through
the foyer and up the narrow
staircase. At the pinnacle I
turn left to wander the hall.
The imagry is illusive. The hall seems
short but opens houses five
doors that open into
spacious rooms.
I enter the last door on
the left. The room is dark,
but the sun is trying
to push it’s way in through the curtains.
He is up already, sitting
on the couch purchased
at goodwill for ten dollars.
I sit down at his feet.
The cigarette does not overpower
the scent of spring in his room.
The dew,
the budding flowers.
He showered already. Not
completely awake though. His
hair still wet…
the medium brown curls stick
to his forehead and everytime
he pushes the ringlets out
of his face,
they fall right back.
He still has not said
a word. Neither have I,
Giving up on trying to tame
the strands of hair, he searches
for the remote to the stereo.
Found.
He gently
presses play. I hear
Eric Clapton sing
“Wonderful Tonight”
I stand up and walk
to the bed. I attemp
to make it. The
light blue sheets struggle
with me. I laugh
at the irony
of his hair and the sheets both
not wanting to return
to their proper place.
Grabbing
my hand, turning me around
to face his, dropping the sheets
he lets me have a drag
of his cigarette.
No words exchanged
between us since i walked in
the house.
But he pulls me close-
we dance cheek to cheek while
“wonderful tonight” plays
two more times.
at the end of the third
playing of the song,
Colin turns to me, saying
“you are wonderful this morning.”
I don’t remember anything
else from that day.
AA year has passed
and all I remember is
the best dance I have ever had.
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