The room is dim, the color of twilight. I'm sitting on the couch, my feet curled up under me on one side. The small lamp next to me is on. On my lap, I have a magazine. I've been leafing through it, trying to concentrate on the words before me, but my mind keeps drifting. I look up at the clock on the wall and note the time... *sigh... I put the magazine down and walk over to the fireplace. Kneeling down, I put in one...two...three logs. I wad up a piece of newspaper and place it between a couple of the logs. Then another piece of paper. I lean over and grab the long handled lighter... Click..Click... A small flame emerges... I sit there, staring at the tiny flame, for a second or two. My mind drifting back to last night. How wonderful it was to be in your arms, so safe. I break away from my daydream and put the small flame to the newspaper, eating it away. I watch as the flame starts to roll over the logs. Satisfied, I stand up. Crossing my arms over my chest, rubbing opposite arms, wishing it were your hands instead of my own.
I turn and walk over to the window. I pull back the soft white lace and peer outside. Looking down the road, for a hopeful sign, I see nothing. I let my eyes wander. The sun has dipped below the horizon, leaving only a colorful array of clouds in the sky, not quite dark yet. Autumn. My favorite season. So much color. The trees swaying in the wind, the fallen leaves dancing with an unseen spirit. Suddenly, out of the corner of my eye, I notice headlights coming this way. My heart skips a beat, my pulse quickens. As I watch the lights, my heart sinks low as the car passes. I let the lace curtain fall from my fingers and step back from the window.
I walk over to the couch, and lie down, my head resting on my hands, and I drift off into a light slumber.
In my dreams, I see you come in the door. Your face lights up as you look over in my direction. I jump up and quickly close the distance between us. Your arms go around me and I can feel the cold on your clothes. After a quick hug, I pull back from you, staring into your eyes. So much love there. I help you take off your coat and pausing for a second, you lean in and brush your lips to mine, in a soft kiss.
As I turn to take your coat over to the closet, I ask you how your day was. You don't answer. I put the coat on a hanger and I feel you behind me. Your hands playing a light melody on my bottom. I go to turn toward you, but you softly whisper in my ear "no" as you kiss my neck. You take my earlobe between your lips and nibble on it slightly. Your hands travel up my back and over my shoulders, down my arms, and intertwining our fingers. You come to my side, and with one arm behind my legs, you scoop me up, taking me over to the fireplace. Kneeling down, you gently lay me down on the soft rug. You reach over to a nearby chair and snatch a small pillow and put it under my head. One hand reaches up and softly runs the length of my cheek. Eyes locked with mine, you run your finger over my jaw, down my neck, over my collar, and to my blouse. Not breaking our gaze, you begin to unbutton my blouse, softly playing with the skin as you expose my flesh inch by inch, tugging the blouse from my pants once it was completely unbuttoned.
