lovingly at Marion, I love you, and
kissed her on the tip of her nose, her eyelids, her cheeks, then her
soft lips, her chin, her neck, her ears, then nuzzled his face in her
hair and caressed her back with his hands and breathed her name in
her ear, Marion, Marion, I love you, and she gently moved with the
flow and felt his words and kisses and feelings flow through her,
easing away all her problems, her doubts, her fears, her anxieties
and she felt warm and alive and vital. She felt loved. She felt
necessary. Harry felt real and substantial. He could feel all the
loose pieces starting to fall into place. He felt on the verge of
something momentous. They felt whole. They felt united. Though they
were still on the couch they felt a part of the vastness of the sky
and the stars and moon. They were somehow on the crest of a hill with
a gentle breeze blowing Marions hair flowingly; and walking through a
sunlit woods and flower studded field feeling the freedom of the
birds as they flew through the air chirping and singing and the night
was comfortingly warm as the soft filtered light continued to push
the darkness into the shadows as they held each other and kissed and
pushed each others darkness into the corner, believing in each others
light, each others dream.
Sara smiled her way into wakefulness. It was early
but she felt completely refreshed. She wasn't sure if she had dreamed
or not, but if she had it was a beautiful dream. She thought she
heard birds chirping. She got up and went ipsy pipsy into the
bathroom and showered and got ready for the new day. She looked in
the mirror at her hair and shrugged and smiled. Big deal. Its
beautiful. Its in the family, and she giggled. Flash, bam, alexkazam,
its an orange colored sky. She giggled again and went ipsy pipsy into
the living room, turned on the set, then into the kitchen and started
boiling her egg then went out to the mailbox to see if her television
papers had come yet. She knew the mailman wasn't due for hours, but
you never can tell. There might have been a special delivery of some
kind or maybe theres a different mailman whose delivering the mail
early. Her mailbox was empty. So were the others. She went back to
her apartment and started fixing the grapefruit and wondered if she
should eat first the grapefruit or the egg. She sipped her black
coffee, thinking, then ate part of the grapefruit, then the egg and
then finished the grapefruit. And then it was all gone. It seemed
like she just got up and already the breakfast was gone. She shrugged
and filled an eight-ounce glass of water and drank it, visualizing
the weight melting off. She sat at the table drinking her coffee, but
her hands kept reaching for something so she got up and washed the
dishes, then dried them and put them away, then looked at the clock
wondering how long before lunch time and realized it wasnt even
breakfast time yet and a feeling of panic started in her stomach, but
she went back to the bedroom and made the bed and straightened the
room and told her stomach to stop already, Youll feel better in the
red dress than a cheese danish. She sang and hummed and fluttered
about as she cleaned the living room, waiting until it was time to go
to Adas for another treatment on her hair. As she cleaned she became
more and more interested in the program on television and so she
finally stopped and sat in her viewing chair to watch the remainder
of the show. The ending was not only happy, it was funny and
heartwarming and her heart was even more joyful as she got her towel
and left the apartment. She checked the mailbox again then went to
Adas. At least todays not so bad. Just some more dye. Did you get the
letter? No mail yet. I think maybe its coming today. You think its
telling which show? Sara shrugged, I hope. What are you winning
maybe? What am I winning? a weekend with Robert Redford, how should I
know? Maybe when I find out the show I'll know the prizes. Ada
wrapped the towel around Saras neck as they
kissed her on the tip of her nose, her eyelids, her cheeks, then her
soft lips, her chin, her neck, her ears, then nuzzled his face in her
hair and caressed her back with his hands and breathed her name in
her ear, Marion, Marion, I love you, and she gently moved with the
flow and felt his words and kisses and feelings flow through her,
easing away all her problems, her doubts, her fears, her anxieties
and she felt warm and alive and vital. She felt loved. She felt
necessary. Harry felt real and substantial. He could feel all the
loose pieces starting to fall into place. He felt on the verge of
something momentous. They felt whole. They felt united. Though they
were still on the couch they felt a part of the vastness of the sky
and the stars and moon. They were somehow on the crest of a hill with
a gentle breeze blowing Marions hair flowingly; and walking through a
sunlit woods and flower studded field feeling the freedom of the
birds as they flew through the air chirping and singing and the night
was comfortingly warm as the soft filtered light continued to push
the darkness into the shadows as they held each other and kissed and
pushed each others darkness into the corner, believing in each others
light, each others dream.
Sara smiled her way into wakefulness. It was early
but she felt completely refreshed. She wasn't sure if she had dreamed
or not, but if she had it was a beautiful dream. She thought she
heard birds chirping. She got up and went ipsy pipsy into the
bathroom and showered and got ready for the new day. She looked in
the mirror at her hair and shrugged and smiled. Big deal. Its
beautiful. Its in the family, and she giggled. Flash, bam, alexkazam,
its an orange colored sky. She giggled again and went ipsy pipsy into
the living room, turned on the set, then into the kitchen and started
boiling her egg then went out to the mailbox to see if her television
papers had come yet. She knew the mailman wasn't due for hours, but
you never can tell. There might have been a special delivery of some
kind or maybe theres a different mailman whose delivering the mail
early. Her mailbox was empty. So were the others. She went back to
her apartment and started fixing the grapefruit and wondered if she
should eat first the grapefruit or the egg. She sipped her black
coffee, thinking, then ate part of the grapefruit, then the egg and
then finished the grapefruit. And then it was all gone. It seemed
like she just got up and already the breakfast was gone. She shrugged
and filled an eight-ounce glass of water and drank it, visualizing
the weight melting off. She sat at the table drinking her coffee, but
her hands kept reaching for something so she got up and washed the
dishes, then dried them and put them away, then looked at the clock
wondering how long before lunch time and realized it wasnt even
breakfast time yet and a feeling of panic started in her stomach, but
she went back to the bedroom and made the bed and straightened the
room and told her stomach to stop already, Youll feel better in the
red dress than a cheese danish. She sang and hummed and fluttered
about as she cleaned the living room, waiting until it was time to go
to Adas for another treatment on her hair. As she cleaned she became
more and more interested in the program on television and so she
finally stopped and sat in her viewing chair to watch the remainder
of the show. The ending was not only happy, it was funny and
heartwarming and her heart was even more joyful as she got her towel
and left the apartment. She checked the mailbox again then went to
Adas. At least todays not so bad. Just some more dye. Did you get the
letter? No mail yet. I think maybe its coming today. You think its
telling which show? Sara shrugged, I hope. What are you winning
maybe? What am I winning? a weekend with Robert Redford, how should I
know? Maybe when I find out the show I'll know the prizes. Ada
wrapped the towel around Saras neck as they
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