He opened his eyes wondering if it was dawn already, sleepily looking at the clock. He was sitting on his couch, with his arms outstretched and her head cradled in his lap. She was still asleep. He looked down at her and smiled, noticing a lock of her brown hair bothering her. So he carefully moved it, hoping it wouldn't wake her. As he moved it, she smiled in her sleep... he wondered what she was dreaming about.
He recalled the events of the previous day...
He had called her two nights ago and told her that he was moving into her town. Work had brought him here, having to leave back his home and friends. His only consolation that she lived here. The minute she answered the phone, he felt better. Her excitement was infectious making him less homesick. She was gleaming knowing now that he was here to stay. He told her that the packers would bring in his stuff by the morning and he would move in to his new home. Having no other friends in town he asked her if he could help her unpack. She agreed on one condition... that she would plan the rest of the evening and he would have to adhere to it. He couldn't ask for more...
He offered to pick her up in the morning, but she told him that she would meet him outside his new house so he text her the address. By nine am of the following morning he drove towards the country side where he had found himself a cozy two-storey bungalow. As he went past the old Oak trees and the small warm homes, he kept thinking of her, her warm smile, her cheerful eyes; and then of their last date before she moved to this part of the world. How he missed having her around. Only after she was gone had he realized how he had really felt for her, but didn't tell her about it, knowing things would just be more difficult that way.
As her pulled into the driveway, she was standing there with a flask of coffee and a brown bag with breakfast.
He unlocked the door and they stepped in. The furniture covered in white sheets and the sunlight that crept in thru' the door making the entire place light up. She went back to her car and brought a rug so they could sit on the cold floor. And half hour later the packers arrived with all his stuff.
She told him that she will set up the den and kitchen while he could settle the rest of his personal stuff in the bedroom. As it struck one, she thought of getting a Chinese/Indian takeout for lunch. She went to his room but he wasn't there. She saw a box marked personal. Although she didn't want to pry she was far too curious to know what was in there. She promised she'd just take a peek into the box and then go back. But what she discovered was quite surprising.
She found black and white pictures of them. Pictures of a get-together that he had invited her to, at his home. Pictures she had never seen, including one candid image that was placed in a wooden frame.
That's when she heard footsteps and quickly put it back ...
----- To be Continued
He recalled the events of the previous day...
He had called her two nights ago and told her that he was moving into her town. Work had brought him here, having to leave back his home and friends. His only consolation that she lived here. The minute she answered the phone, he felt better. Her excitement was infectious making him less homesick. She was gleaming knowing now that he was here to stay. He told her that the packers would bring in his stuff by the morning and he would move in to his new home. Having no other friends in town he asked her if he could help her unpack. She agreed on one condition... that she would plan the rest of the evening and he would have to adhere to it. He couldn't ask for more...
He offered to pick her up in the morning, but she told him that she would meet him outside his new house so he text her the address. By nine am of the following morning he drove towards the country side where he had found himself a cozy two-storey bungalow. As he went past the old Oak trees and the small warm homes, he kept thinking of her, her warm smile, her cheerful eyes; and then of their last date before she moved to this part of the world. How he missed having her around. Only after she was gone had he realized how he had really felt for her, but didn't tell her about it, knowing things would just be more difficult that way.
As her pulled into the driveway, she was standing there with a flask of coffee and a brown bag with breakfast.
He unlocked the door and they stepped in. The furniture covered in white sheets and the sunlight that crept in thru' the door making the entire place light up. She went back to her car and brought a rug so they could sit on the cold floor. And half hour later the packers arrived with all his stuff.
She told him that she will set up the den and kitchen while he could settle the rest of his personal stuff in the bedroom. As it struck one, she thought of getting a Chinese/Indian takeout for lunch. She went to his room but he wasn't there. She saw a box marked personal. Although she didn't want to pry she was far too curious to know what was in there. She promised she'd just take a peek into the box and then go back. But what she discovered was quite surprising.
That's when she heard footsteps and quickly put it back ...
----- To be Continued
2 comments:
can't wait for the next one...loved it...
awaiting the sequel eagerly...
K
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