Again I was awoken by a brisk spring Paris breeze that made its way into our bedroom. The white silky curtains delicately danced in and out, the images of fainting ghosts reminded KC of the way I would dance on stage. But spring did not bring blooming flowers, but a bittersweet reminder for as I stared at our….
Today, I have my first real date with KC and within an hour, I’m going to meet him at our little café just down the street from our place. That morning, I woke up before the alarm went off, staring at the glow of the clock. I jumped out of bed because KC let me sleep in late and I drew our drapes and opened our large French windows. I smiled and took a deep breath while I looked out towards the bright blue skies, and lucky enough the last few days had been beautiful. The warm sun showers were finally over with; it was lovely and quiet outside and as we say in Paris ‘le silence est d’or’ which means silence is golden, and as I walked around our flat, I was thinking about Renée. I know that she’d be happy for me, and as I looked at myself one more time in the mirror, I took a very deep breath and rubbed my wedding ring finger. I laughed. It reminded me of the days when Renée would go out with KC alone and when I turned around, I saw a trail of my clothes that led to our bedroom.
This is an excerpt from one our novels: tears.
♫ Today’s BMG from Our Playlist. Enjoy!!
Serenade for Strings in C major, Op. 48