...Dinner for Two

I lean up against the counter while the pan starts to heat up the olive oil... her back to me cutting zucchini... my eyes trace the contour of her form, toe to frazzled hair.
I smile...

...the vegetables are sizzling in the pan, red and green peppers. White onions slowly caramelizing... the garlic... all hissing. The noodles boiling in the pot and the aroma of rich creamy Alfredo... the bitter sweet taste of the Merlot running across my tongue. Her arms wrapped around my waist and chin resting on my shoulder...

She leans up against me while we sit on the couch and watch a movie... I can smell her hair... feel her warmth... we share pieces of Nougat and Dark Lindt Chocolate. I can taste the chocolate on her lips...

I am still smiling.

Brown Eyed Girl...

The pillow partially covering my face, I'm tired from the night before. I can feel my contacts on my eyes, reminding me that I haven't taken them out in more than 24 hours. The blanket is half way covering my chest... so warm and comfortable... I haven't been this comfortable in awhile.

I pass in and out of consciousness...
half asleep... half awake.

When the clouds break, the morning sun pierces through the blinds and dances on the walls, warming the room in temperature and colour.

I close my eyes...

She stirs a little...
Rolls over...

I open my right eye and she is looking at me from behind the pillow. Most of her face is hidden with the exception of her left eye and the corner of her mouth. Deep brown is the colour of her iris with a deep black pupil, staring with warmth. What she is pondering is only for her to know and me to guess.

She smiles her playful smile and buries her face in the pillow...

...Language Barriers cont'd...

...time has passed now, more than a month in fact. That day feeling like a distant memory, sparking a now growing friendship involving some interesting conversations strewn with mis-interpretion and slight confusion. A part of me feels compelled to show her as much of the area as possible while she is here... although I'm not sure if it is entirely a feeling of being compelled as it may be more a desire to simply spend time with her. Learn about Camille..

...and her life back home.
Her dreams.