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Day Dreaming of You
A True Love Story
I was in the kitchen boiling a kettle to make coffee. I stood at the sink staring south out of the window, my mind relaxed as my thoughts drifted to the picture of you in that white Alanis Morissette Jagged Little Pill T-shirt, and the way you were smiling, and your eyes twinkled seemingly at me.
We were together at home getting ready for a relaxing Saturday and you had just come from the shower. We heard the front door open and your mother shouted “see you later, I’m off to the mall.”
You asked me teasingly, what to wear, that coquettish knowing smile said, “to look sexy for you babe?” I laughed and said, “How about one of my shirts, and nothing else.” You went to the wardrobe and went through the smarter numbers and selected a brown silk, short-sleeved dress shirt and held it against your body whilst looking in the full-length mirror, before deciding on it. It seemed to match your hair and those eyes that I love so much. When you put it on it was so long and large in the body, coming half-way down past your knees, but the way you swirled around in it exuded style and comfort, indeed you looked amazing. You looked so natural, your hair was still wet, and you wore it unbrushed and wild, just shaking it out and spreading it over your shoulders.
