I thought I heard you call my name

Curtains billow, stirring the room’s stagnant molecules, dissipating flower perfume, caressing skin. Perched on the windowsill, I gaze out at the rushing river, watching the happy, hazy stars twirling across its surface. Dizzily, they spin in time with my heart’s own ecstasy.

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10 thoughts on “I thought I heard you call my name

    • That is exactly what this is – a memory of those first sleepless nights, overcome with infatuation. Glad I married him 🙂 And I’m glad this all came through in the piece – thanks, Stacie!

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