Lilacs

She awoke with a start.  Her window was open, the curtains billowing. Light flashed as they waved, leaving strips along the walls.  She pulled the sheets off of her body and slipped out of bed.  Shrugging on her sweater, she left her bedroom.  She stumbled down the narrow dark hallway.  Reaching the door, she cracked it open and peered in.  Lise was turned away from the door on her side, the sheets loosely draped over her bare back.  She opened the door and walked in, stepping quietly over the wood floors.  Lifting the sheet she slipped in beside Lise, pressing up against her.  She took a deep breath, breathing in the smell of Lise’s hair – lilacs.  She laid her head against her shoulder and fell asleep.

Bedtime

Bisou

She pressed her forehead up against my arm.  She twirled a twig between her fingers, rolling it back and forth.  She hummed a soft lullaby while we laid there.  The blanket underneath, separating us from the dirt, smelled of chamomile and ginger.  The sun trickled through the dense branches above us.  The tree’s tall mass stole the warmth of the light.  A cold breeze blew past and right up my skirt, exposing my bare legs.  She sat up and rested her hand on my thigh, smiling at my prickled skin.

“Cold?”  she asked.  I shook my head.  She laughed.  “here” she said, untying the scarf from around her neck and wrapping it around mine, tying it loosely.  She planted a kiss below  my collar bone with a smile.  Her lips were warm and soft.  She pulled away and laid back down on the blanket.

“What was that for?”  I asked.

“Just felt good” she laughed.

 

Misplaced