Ninth Lie
Night-Dream.
When he arrived, I was reading some papers that I had to bring to my mother. He felt very comfortable and began to say hello to everybody. I didn't remember having told him to come, but I felt glad he did; so much that to hide my stupid pleasure smile, I kept my face into the papers.
And so he came behind me and, as to read with me, he bent to near my face and strangely, he rested the cheek against mine, the head on my shoulder…
I felt his warmness and heard his breathe, but it lasted only a few seconds, then, he told me "hello young lady" with his so funny crooner's deep voice in which I always drown and he turned to me and put a soft kiss down my flushed cheek. I replied with a little "hello" and I returned the kiss.
Then, everything went so quickly that I don't really remember what happened after this moment. However, I know that we met in the dark corridor, and as everybody enter the room, he took my hand and led me aside. "Mary, I can't wait anymore!" and he kissed me in this kind of way you would remember seventy years later. "In the end, my hopes are filled" thought I, and we kissed again, and again, and once more for the happiness we felt! It was both tender and intense, sensual and savage, passionate and reserved… We had been waiting for such a long time!
I would love this to be more than a dream...
