“Describe your perfect day,” he wrote.
“It would start in a luxury hotel in Europe,” I typed back, “Perhaps one overlooking a Mediterranean shore.”
I closed my eyes and let the vision come into focus.
“It is spring. Birds are my alarm clock. Breakfast is room service. Hot. Delicious. In bed. The coffee is perfect. So is the love making. And then, with two appetites satisfied, we are off to explore something old and historical. New people are met and visited with. Lunch is leisurely, in a quaint café with bread that was baked that morning. It has a perfect crust.”
I could almost smell the rich flavors as I imagined the scene. More began to unfold.
“We walk everywhere,” I continued, “And discover something. I don’t know what… cave paintings, dead sea scrolls… something. But we don’t tell anyone. We keep it just for us. At least that day. In the evening we stroll under twinkle lights and get caught up in a wedding party that involves the whole village. There is wine. Dancing. Flirting with the natives. And then, the comfort of landing back in the arms of one I love. As the clock strikes midnight, while feeling like the most beautiful woman in the world, we stroll back to the room arm in arm. And make noisy, passionate love until dawn. That is my perfect day.”
I had not thought about my perfect day until he asked the question. So let me pose the same one to you: What is your perfect day? Let me know in the comments or, if you are so inspired, post about it and then add the link in a comment so I can read about it.
Love and hugs,