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A Vignette of Imagination: Morning Smiles

Updated on December 16, 2010

Morning Smiles

 Ava opened her bright blue eyes to a warm and annoyingly bright sunrise.  She always managed to lie in the exact spot where the curtains are slightly out of place and the two rays of sunlight that sneak into the room are always directly in her face.  She can hear the birds chirping out the window.  It must be before noon.  She moves from the sun and realizes she’s not in her own bed.  It’s bigger for starters, and the room smells of vanilla.  A smile brushes her cheeks as she realizes what she did last night.  Her naked body beneath the covers brushes up against his.  She breathed in the fresh morning air, taking in each moment so she wouldn’t ever forget a detail.  She curls up to him placing his arm around her and nuzzling his chest with her head.  It’s almost surreal to her, to actually have him in her grasp.  He stirs a little, squeezes her gently and opens his eyes.  She’s never seen anyone wake up with a smile before. Her fingers caress his chest.  She can hear his heart beat so steadily, so strong.  She looks up to meet his gaze and he pulls her lips to his with his warm hand slightly beneath her chin. 

It felt like a lifetime she had been waiting for him.  She waited while he was on base states away, then over seas, in war zones, and now in her arms for the first time.  It seems impossible to fall in love with someone without ever having held them before, but they did.  He’s here for good now.  Served his country and now back in it to start his life.  She wanted to never let go for fear that her dream would disappear.  Each time she squeezed him tighter, he’d hold onto her tightly and kiss her hair.  Over and over she lived this moment in her dreams, but no dream came close to the passion in this reality.  Finally, she could feel his skin, his warmth, his grasp.  A tear ran down her cheek.  He brushed it from her face and promised to never leave her.  They’d have a life together, in each other’s arms.

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      Amy 6 years ago from Chicago

      DTroth- Thank you for the comment and I'm glad you liked this piece. I haven't read it in a while but reliving the sensations reading it again today was interesting. I hope you got the same from it and we do all keep learning with everything we write.

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      Diana Owens 6 years ago from My Little Hole In The Wall, HubPages, USA

      Hi Huey19,

      I like this one, just the way it is. (:

      The process of writing is an ongoing one. We will all keep learning with each Hub or "artical" we write and you'll keep getting better with each and every one of them. (:

      Keep up the good work!

      peace to you...always,

      Diana

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      Amy 6 years ago from Chicago

      kookoo88- thank you for the comment. This is kind of a new thing to me. I am very happy someone finally is willing to critique something I post though. Thank you and A lot of these first few for this collection will have the repetitive pronouns until i get used to it. I like to avoid using names so others can imagine on their own. But this one needed a name. Thanks! Ill revise.

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      kookoo88 6 years ago from Cripple Creek

      This is absolutely wonderful. Very true in these times. If the loved one is yours, I wish you and he the best. :)

      *On a writing note, the word "she" is used too often. Mix it up with Ava's name here and there and maybe start a couple of sentences with different words. :)