A woman's View Part 8

We arrived home and he put the kettle on.
We sat next to each me drinking coffee and him drinking tea.
For quite a while I was lost for words. My mind was drifting from this to that and then nothing. I was for one of the few times in my life content.

“Dave, for the next few days can we just, well can we just spend time together?”
“Sure.” was his chirpy reply.
“Bed time for me.” He added.
He started stripping off. Then off to the bathroom in just his jeans.
I picked up the cups and washed them out. Tidied what little mess there was in the kitchen and headed off to my room.
“Night Dave. Thank you for a lovely evening.”
“No worries.” He turned over and went to sleep.

Laying in bed my head was so full of differing emotions.
I was happy yet sad, lost but content. Smiling but wanting to cry.
So intense these emotions, these feelings deep inside of me.
Sleep didn’t come easily.
I still felt his touch. I could still smell his scent. I still found comfort in his company.
It was like nothing I had experienced before such peace of mind.

The clap of thunder woke me. The rain pelting down on the roof soon brought me to my senses.
I went through to where he was sleeping.
Still asleep, I watched him for awhile.
He turned over and slowly woke from his slumber. “You ok?”
“Yeah. The thunder woke me and it’s raining.”
He sat up.
“Anything I can get you?”
That made me smile.
“No. I am fine. Just checking that you are ok.” I lied.
“Come sit here.” He patted the sofa.
I did as he asked.
He wrapped the blanket round me and then his arm.
Thunder cracked again and I shuddered.
“A STRIKE!” He laughed.
“What?”
“Oh, my mum always said that thunder was the angels playing ten pin bowling.” He said that with the most sincere tone.
I giggled.
He laid down pulling me with him.
He covered us both up with the blanket he had wrapped around me.
Pulled me close and had his arm around my waist.
He whispered. “The coloured circles ya see on the road after the rain. They are where rainbows have been.”
I smiled and closed my eyes.
“Night Anita.” he kissed my head.
“Night Dave.” I placed my hand on his.

A womans view part 9

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