Dreams

I started writing today, and one thing turned into another, and I think I ended up writing a prequel to a different piece I wrote about a year and a half ago.


She walked in, closing the wind and the rain and the efforts of the day behind her. Sighing and kicking off her shoes, she stopped for a moment to look around her home, the home she had fantasized about since she was young. The home that was finished just a week ago.

It was a small house, but bigger than before. The front door opened directly into the living room. The room was open and airy, with a large bay window looking out onto the world. The window seat was awash in colorful cushions, prepared to be arranged in any way needed. Just next to the window was her first set of bookshelves, full to bursting. There was also a large couch, chairs, and floor cushions, so that many people could fill this room with laughter and stories.

She moved to settle into that window seat, remembering her summer days spend lost in books, in worlds far away. She looked over to the door to the right of the piano, which led upstairs to the finished attic. She imagined the softness that would soon fill it. Her sewing room already had a table, sewing machine, and storage cabinets, and soon those would hold bolts of fabric and skeins of yarn waiting to be turned into priceless articles for herself and her family, each one special enough for a name of its own.

As her cat jumped up beside her she remembered that she was not alone in this new house. She relaxed one more moment against the cushions, then rose and moved out to the hallway. She passed the large formal dining room and smiled as she breathed in - he was cooking with a lot of garlic. The kitchen was bright and rich with the scents of dinner. She put on an apron and began chopping vegetables for a salad. They spent the next half hour discussing their day and finishing dinner. The chopping and sizzling sounds added their own background music to their evening. He sent her to their small kitchen table and brought over their plates. He went to get a couple of wine glasses when she stopped him.

"I won't be having any tonight, or for awhile," she said. He stopped to take in that news, a grin splitting his face. And their night went long as they talked about their new future plans, and all the changes that were coming their way.


I think the other piece (which I wrote earlier, but comes later) might be better, but I had fun with this one.

-Kat