Mr. Right
--
Wendy Hollington
She woke
slowly, drifting for several minutes between
sleeping and
 waking
as her brain struggled to make sense of the
information her senses were accumulating.
The
smell of honeysuckle and the sound of birdsong
coming in through the open window, the feel of
cotton sheets on her skin.
She
opened her eyes and saw sunlight on yellow
painted walls and the single word "home" formed
in her mind.
Then, as
she awoke fully more thoughts came flooding into
her mind "Sunday" she smiled - a whole day with
no commitments, no chores, no-one to see and
nowhere to go - a whole day just for her.
The idea
of a long breakfast, croissants and jam and a
very large pot of tea, the Sunday papers and
sitting in her pajamas 'till midday.
She
might even take the breakfast and papers out
onto the patio as the sunlight filtering through
the white voile curtains gave the promise of
another warm and sunny day.
On any
other day the thought of living alone was not a
happy one but on Sundays, especially summer
Sundays, the idea of not having to talk or get
dressed or do anything at all seemed
wonderful.
Then she
turned and saw him.
He was
lying asleep next to her and the sight of him
brought another flood of thoughts as she
remembered yesterday.
She
hadn't wanted to go, it was a charity function
and they really weren't her thing, but as her
best friend pointed out "Where else did she have
to go on a Saturday evening?".
She'd
spotted him as soon as she arrived - he was
sitting apart from the others, drinking.
As she
approached he looked up and as soon as she
looked into his green eyes she knew she was
lost.
It had
seemed inevitable, and perfectly natural, that
he should go home with her, and now here he was,
still here, in her bed.
She
watched him sleeping, he looked incredibly
peaceful with just an occasional muscle
twitching as if he were dreaming and she
realized that he was going to stay.
He
wasn't going to run off with another girl or
leave "to find himself" he was going to love her
forever.
She
started to rise and he woke, opening those
amazing green eyes and looking straight at her.
She
looked back for a while and then said "Shall we
get some breakfast?" and, without waiting for an
answer, she arose from the bed, pulled on her
dressing gown and walked towards the door.
As she
reached for the door handle she turned and he
jumped off the bed to follow her downstairs,
purring and holding his tail high.
Copyright
© 2001 Wendy
Hollington from Thought Cafe
(dead link 08/01/2003)
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