Finally the day has arrived. I woke to an overcast morning. My husband leant over and wok me with a nudge. My heart is pounding. Today I leave for a week away from him and the kids. The first time ever. I am scared, terrified and excited. All these feelings roaming around deep inside of me.
I close myself off into my secret world, dreaming of what is to come. My husband touches me and asks if I am ready to go. I ask myself, "am I, do I really know what I am doing?" I know that deep within my heart I am. I have waited for 15 months for this to happen. The first time we were to meet last year, you had to work and I had my family with me. The second time your wife was ill. Then just 2 weeks ago there was an airline strike.
Here I am 39,000 feet above the earth winging my way to you my love.
My night has been long and lonely, Sleep has not come easy to me. I close my eyes and all I see is you, standing there before me, your eyes the color of dark chocolate and hair the color of midnight. Oh how I long to run my fingers through your hair, my love. To feel your fingers caress my cheek.
This waiting I cannot abide. Still another 6 hours to go. Be patient my sweet. My heart is pounding, my skin covered with goosebumps, my crotch is aching for your gentle touch.
I hear a knock at the door. My heart races, my palms sweaty. I get up from where I was sitting impatiently, secure the towel around me. Will I or won't I answer the door. I am scared, the butterflies creating havoc deep in the pit of my stomach.