A Soft Breeze

Rays of sunlight poured into the stained glass window, lighting up the face of my gorgeous wife. Her blonde hair shone in the light, and for a moment I was blinded. Shaking my head in disbelief as I watched over my angel, I realized the sun was making her hair shine so beautifully, and that there weren’t specks of gold floating over her entire being. As I lay in the bed we shared in our small, yet cozy, house on the beach, I reached over and stroked her pink cheeks with my forefinger. She was awake enough to respond to my touch, her lips slowly awakening to their fullest, rubbing against each other as if she was smoothing out lipstick. With a slight roll, she was within my reach. My arms extended, pulling her close to me, feeling her warmth. A slight flutter of eyelashes came before I once again looked into the liveliest and most beautiful green eyes I have ever come to known. 1

It was only moments later that the wind blew a soft breeze into our bedroom. The window to my immediate left was covered in white drapes that were long enough to touch the floor. Her green eyes shifted behind me, gazing out the window.2

“Look, honey. The water is so clear today, perfect for a picnic.” A smile so sweet came next. One that makes me melt every time I picture it. 3

“Mm, yes, baby. A picnic will do just fine,” I replied as I wrapped my arms around her tighter, protecting her from the cool breeze. 4

Slowly, we began to sink away from each other, after what must have been hours of me holding her in my arms, sweet kisses planted on each others cheeks. I watched her climb out of the bed, reclining back and smiling at her splendor. These were the days I liked best. I would always remember this day…For it was my favorite day of all. 5

A lovely humming sound slowly drifted up the stairs, almost as if it was carried by the breeze of the beach. Opening my eyes from my rest and thoughts, I made my way out of bed. I was wearing her favorite boxers, I remember. There were often nights that she would dig through my drawers for minutes, only to produce these very same boxers in which she would slip into for the night. Living on this island controlled our days attire. The weather fluctuated between warm, hot, and really hot. Let’s just say on those nights of really hot, there wasn’t much body contact. Two bodies sweating from heat entangled together in a loving embrace was utterly disgusting to my lovely treasure of a wife. And how could I even think of making her uncomfortable for my own wants? She was my life, and I hers. 6

I continued my way down the winding staircase to come across the smell of bacon. Oh how I loved her bacon. The way she cooked it so it was crisp, yet soggy in the middle it was amazing. You’d get a bite of that good ole bacon crunch then your teeth would seep right into a gooey taste of softness. My nose tickled with excitement every time I smelled it, especially this day. 7