He came to bed late to lay beside me after a long day at the office. “I just want to hear your laughter and stay in your arms,” he told me.
I smiled and nodded in agreement as I pushed in closer to his side of the bed, savoring the warmth of his body.
“I wish I could always be with you. This job demands too much of my time. We need this week away.”
His job was demanding, but he always made up for our lost time. Drowsy, I smiled, reminiscing about our times together. The last time, we fled to the mountains in springtime and stayed in the cabin among the pine trees. We slept together on a hammock for two beneath a blanket of stars, watching the night sky and breathing in the scent of the blue spruce and lodgepole pine. I remembered how we walked in the rain and then danced like two kids splashing in the puddles without care. So in love, no one dared intervene in our time and place.
Our trips made unforgettable memories, for our love laced and latched to each region we visited, and each locale awarded us with a piece of its flavor, a token of its beauty.
“Where are you taking me this time?” I questioned.
“A surprise, my love, a surprise.”
It didn’t matter. My love could take me to the moon, and I would be happy. This man went beyond my whims and expectations. He knew how to fill me with love and touch my depths and marrow.
Before we drifted to sleep, he whispered, “Do you remember the storm in Sedona?”
I smiled; the flashes of silver from that desert storm lit the setting sun. The thunder roared like a symphony, and the mist from the rain found its way beneath the canopy of the pergola. It caressed our bare arms and legs, and we shivered in the desert heat.
“Or the sleepy ocean at Assateague Island with wild horses that roamed the beaches?” I murmured
He laughed, ‘You were smitten with the blue of the sea and the splendor of the wild mustangs. Two of your favorite things.”
Life with my love was an adventure, an attentive journey for two. As he began commenting about our latest vacation, I interrupted. “Shh,” I whispered, drawing him near. “Let me love you.” And the night pulled us into its charms, and the world drifted away as the revelers loved anew, again and again.
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For today’s prompt, write a story inspired by a favorite song. This could be an old song you still love, a new one you can’t get out of your head, or maybe a song your characters can’t get away from. The choice is yours!
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Another vivid image that will haunt my thoughts the rest of the day.
Thank you for your kind words, Gary. Your comments always warm my heart.