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REFLECTIONS OF A DAY...by b. Malin
A DAY ...A FANTASY
LIFE...WHAT WE MAKE IT by b. Malin
We pulled the covers high over our heads and fell back to sleep. We slept till noon. You woke me with a gentle nudge. I smiled at your rumpled hair as I surveyed your hairy chest. My fingers making circles back and forth in the dampness. You stretched and said you were hungry...and so the moment to make love had passed.
We got up and ate our breakfast and "dammed" the weather man who had promised us a beautiful day. We could feel the rain "mocking" at us as it hit the window panes. You decided to go back to bed and read your book. I cleared the table and put the dishes into the dishwasher, then swept the floor and cursed silently to myself.
I went into the bathroom and stared at my reflection in the mirror, it looked awful...My hair still piled high on top of my head secured by a large clip. My face still puffy from sleep. I stuck my tongue out at what I saw as I splashed cold water on my face. I took my hair down and made two long braids to hang defiantly from my shoulders. I fixed my face, with a little blush and started to feel better...and then the Sun came out!
We decided to take a walk, and took the Dog with us...that Big Glorious Mound of Fur...who was so eager to lead the way. Like the "Crusader of Man"...his head held high, his tail swaying in the breeze...with the confidence of a true explorer.
The three of us discovered paths and fields...a small pond with large fish in it, surrounded by lots of rocks. Which we took turns throwing into the pond and watching the pools of circles that they formed. The dog took a cool refreshing drink by the natural spring near by, and we did the same.
Later refreshed, we walked across an old abandon corn field, the sun beating down on us. You spoke of making "love" to me on an open field...but you didn't. Instead, we walked home hand in hand. The dog running ahead to lead.
When we got home, you retreated to the den to read your book. I hummed softly as I brushed the dog...as he moaned his "thank you" that only a pet owner would understand.
Late in the evening I lie awake, while you lay sleeping peacefully beside me...and I try to visualize what making "love" in an open field might have been like, and wish we had...
It takes half a second to fall in love....and so much longer to fall out of love. by b. Malin