2. She fluttered out of the bed gently
not to scare away the colourful
butterflies of his dreams, scarcely
rustling with their wings above his
cute face, and perched on the
windowsill tossing her rich curly
chestnut hair back. In his voluminous
shirt with the sleeves rolled up, she
sat there for several hours embracing
her knees and looking out of the
window on the sheeting rain.
3. The rain painted the city grey hiding
the colours of neon lights, juicy red
benches in the adjacent park, ginger,
emerald, golden tree leaves and the
fuchsia umbrella of a lonely night
walker.
4. But she saw the colours even sharper
as if she was looking through magic
glasses which dispersed the shadows
of the night. Why?
5. She was happy! Happy like a child on
Christmas Eve, happy like a puppy in
the gentle hands of its host, happy
like Winnie the Pooh in a honey jar!
So happy that she couldn’t sleep,
since she has already been in a
continuous sweet dream.
6. At times she looked over her
shoulder at him painting amazing
pictures of their fresh coffee-
flavoured mornings, intense days and
sweet movies-with-popcorn evenings.
So, sweet….
7. She couldn’t believe it was her
wrapped in the blissful blanket made
of tenderness, love and joy…. She
couldn’t believe he was hers and she
was his. It must have been a mistake
of the Man Upstairs…. Or a
blessing….
8. At 4 a.m. she quietly tiptoed back to
the bed and cautiously nestled into his
arms easily sinking into a deep sugar
dream, he sharing his colourful
butterflies with petal-like wings with
her.
