After four nights apart, she is bubbling with excitement as she walks through the airport terminal.
A quick check of her hair in the one way glass and practices a cute, demure facial expression that doesn't come as naturally as she would like, but makes her feel ladylike all the same.
Hours earlier her face was not ready to see the world, still waking up ready to catch the early flight. She wrapped her scarf around her face like a blindfolded mummy to try and get some sleep on the flight. A romantic reunion isn't quite right with puffy pink eyes.
The sun is shining as she walks through the crisp morning air of this new city across to the pickup zone. Her love sweeps past her in his grandma's car, both by ownership and nature, and steps out to wrap her in his strong arms. Upon the cusp of swooning, she asks him how he is, doing the look she practised earlier. "Sick." He responds. "I've got a cold."
"I missed you." She said. He coughs, and they pull out of the airport into the wintry morning sun.
They make the most of the glorious heat tingling their backs through wooly jerseys with a walk through the botanical gardens, recapping the events, exciting and emotional that passed in the half week of each other's absence. Over their lattes and gourmet baguette she tears up, and he pulls her close. His soft heart beat and woven scarf are familiar feelings, and provide her comfort as she nestles closer. He looks down at her fondly, and smiles saying "did you just wipe your nose on my shoulder?"
Staring up at his face into the glare of the soft July sun, full of love she coyly responds, "yes."
And she meant it a thousand times over.
They awoke to the sounds of the country- birds whistling, the wind arching the trees, and a chainsaw not too far beyond the Adelaide hills. Buried beneath the blankets, she turns her head on the soft pillow and hazily gazes at her love, who gracefully sits up, looks over her and gives her a silken stroke on the forehead. He blows his nose, powerfully. She cannot believe the masculine gusto he can rouse to blow and blow and blow, till his sinuses are exhausted. He tosses the loo roll aside, and she tosses her hair, matted and frizzy, from flippantly thinking a hairbrush isn't necessary, and having to throw it out at the gate at the airport because of budget airline carry on luggage restrictions. But that doesn't matter now. He gets up to get dressed, the palpitations of her heart quicken and she ignores the tickle in the back of her throat indicating her immunity is not as strong as her passion. This is the time for sipping wine by the fire, not strepsils and lemon honey ginger.
He gives her a gentle pat on the bottom in approval as she dresses for the day.
And he meant it.
A quick check of her hair in the one way glass and practices a cute, demure facial expression that doesn't come as naturally as she would like, but makes her feel ladylike all the same.
Hours earlier her face was not ready to see the world, still waking up ready to catch the early flight. She wrapped her scarf around her face like a blindfolded mummy to try and get some sleep on the flight. A romantic reunion isn't quite right with puffy pink eyes.
The sun is shining as she walks through the crisp morning air of this new city across to the pickup zone. Her love sweeps past her in his grandma's car, both by ownership and nature, and steps out to wrap her in his strong arms. Upon the cusp of swooning, she asks him how he is, doing the look she practised earlier. "Sick." He responds. "I've got a cold."
"I missed you." She said. He coughs, and they pull out of the airport into the wintry morning sun.
They make the most of the glorious heat tingling their backs through wooly jerseys with a walk through the botanical gardens, recapping the events, exciting and emotional that passed in the half week of each other's absence. Over their lattes and gourmet baguette she tears up, and he pulls her close. His soft heart beat and woven scarf are familiar feelings, and provide her comfort as she nestles closer. He looks down at her fondly, and smiles saying "did you just wipe your nose on my shoulder?"
Staring up at his face into the glare of the soft July sun, full of love she coyly responds, "yes."
And she meant it a thousand times over.
💕💕💕💕💕💕💕💕🍪🌸🌸🌸🌸🌸🌸🌵🌳🌳🌳🌳🌳🌳🌳🍆🌹🌹🌹🌹🌹🌹🌹🍄💜💜💜💜💜💜💜
They awoke to the sounds of the country- birds whistling, the wind arching the trees, and a chainsaw not too far beyond the Adelaide hills. Buried beneath the blankets, she turns her head on the soft pillow and hazily gazes at her love, who gracefully sits up, looks over her and gives her a silken stroke on the forehead. He blows his nose, powerfully. She cannot believe the masculine gusto he can rouse to blow and blow and blow, till his sinuses are exhausted. He tosses the loo roll aside, and she tosses her hair, matted and frizzy, from flippantly thinking a hairbrush isn't necessary, and having to throw it out at the gate at the airport because of budget airline carry on luggage restrictions. But that doesn't matter now. He gets up to get dressed, the palpitations of her heart quicken and she ignores the tickle in the back of her throat indicating her immunity is not as strong as her passion. This is the time for sipping wine by the fire, not strepsils and lemon honey ginger.
He gives her a gentle pat on the bottom in approval as she dresses for the day.
And he meant it.
🌷🌷🌷🌷🌷🌷🍑💚💚💚💚💚💚💚🍫🍓🍓🍓🍓🍓🍓🍓🍓💨💘💘💘💘💘💘💘👅🍁🍁🍁🍁🍁🍁🍁
His innovative father has installed a spa in the hexagonal glass-house like bungalow. The couple strip down and step into the soothing waters, as the morning light shines through the stained glass window. She closes her eyes and tips her head back as the jets caress her sore, city strained muscles. She takes a deep breath feeling relaxation and contentment wash over her. The warmth of the chlorinated water oozes through her skin and she ruminates that this couldn't get more perfectly picturesque. They converse openly, dropping in and out of silence to soak up the atmosphere. After some moments, she glances over at him to exclaim how happy she is in this wonderful moment, but he interrupts her with a deep, honest statement, "I feel like eating chips."
Oh, how his clear motivation and drive makes her so glad he is a part of her world.
And what a wonderful world it is.
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Days roll into nights spent reading, drinking hot toddies by the fire, and staying out of the rain. The tickle in the back of her throat has swelled to an infection, igniting her desire to wear scarves to bed. They lie side by side listening to the morning shower on the roof of the caravan, and she releases herself from the hand knitted binds. They nestle closer, limbs intertwine, grateful for body heat and heart beats. She turns to him, with her head on that same soft pillow and says "I love you"
He pulls her closer and responds with "you still have some snot coming out of your nose."
She blushes and brushes it away with the bed sheet.
"And I love you too."
Her time there is up. They go to the airport.
In a hasty goodbye, she realises she left her pyjamas behind. He holds her and in between soft kisses says he will bring them, eventhough it actually looks like she is always wearing her pyjamas.
Because life is but a dream.
Jj
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