One of the sweetest things anyone has ever done for me was, simple as it is, to buy me a copy book. I found it last night after a year and this is what was written in it....
4am in the little house on the corner in Toco village, Christine looked up into the roof, the ceiling having rotted off years before she was born perhaps. The sheets next to her still smelt sweetly used, warm, like her lover. This last night on the hill had been the greatest and though the sun would come up, the bathroom break would be over and she would smile into the yes of her lover it was not that time yet, and now she wanted to feel the warmth on her pillow savor the smell lingering on the tips of her fingers smile to herself and welcome the morning.
This weekend was the perfect get away. She needed some quiet and had the opportunity to settle int this. Christine was hesitant at first not wanting to leave the comfort of her own bed and her laptop. She had become completely introverted lately preferring to sit in her own room mellowing through her thoughts. On a whim she had left home, technology and ventured into this place.
Walking through the broken overgrown fence and up the walk she noticed the mosaic of cobblestones half buried in dirt moved and resettled countless times. The flowers in the yard could have at one time been very pretty, she could see that with just a little imagination. Inside the floor was patchy, cast concrete and painted red when the garden was kept. It was paradise.
Celeste walked back into the room shaking her locks wet at the end. She had snuck a quick shower. Even in the dim light coming through the slit of the louvers Catherine could see her glowing. If there were doubts before they were completely gone now. Celeste fell back onto the bed, Catherine's legs wrapping around her middle.
"Goodnight baby."
"Good morning love."
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