My Favourite Things
She dreamt of his soul searching black eyes,
His tender mischief caressing voice,
She fell asleep thinking of the sorrow in his eyes, and
priceless child-like beauty his eyes unveiled at the end
of the night.
She woke up wishing for him,
She missed him.
He was playing when she woke up, songs that spoke of happiness and contentment, but she didn't allow herself to dwell on it, the same way she didn't give herself the chance to think of what would happen after twenty sixth. She refused to give heed to the fear that after she went aboard, he would continue with his life and she would go on with hers, but instead spent the day thinking of what she would wear to the carol concert and to the wedding the next day.
When at last noon came, she was dressed in a knee-length gown that molded her figure like a second skin, and carried with her a thick leather sweater to prevent the cold from getting to her.