It’s sunny, and even with half the ozone layer gone, the sun filtered through the flowers and trees growing on the stone buildings isn’t too hot. It’s comfortable. Embracing. 

Walking in the tan high-heeled sandals I got from my mother for my bachelorette party, I’m smiling; a flower petal lands in my path, unscathed from the fall. There’s no men around, so I bend over to pick it up as though my  husband was right behind me. Inhale the sweetness of late spring blooms and keep walking, he’s waiting for me at the corner. 

We’re too far away to shout a greeting but too old to be awkward so we lock eyes as I continue towards him. He’s beautiful, standing casually in his tailored khaki pants, navy dress shirt with the white trim that I picked out in America, one hand in his pocket, the other behind his back. Surprises excite me, he knows this. 

As I finally enter full sunlight on the main street, he smiles that warm, gentle, but mischievous smile that made me notice him in that subway in Harlem. Never thought I would marry someone from New York, much less someone who wasn’t black in any way, but there was just something about those green eyes that drew me near. We kiss, softly, and he pushes that one curl that always gets in the way behind my ear. Still smiling, he steps back gracefully and whips around a small box with a bow. 

“So all your mornings will be sweet”. He always knows, even though we don’t live together all the time, when I get up with the cloud. In my excitement, I don’t notice the small holes on both sides of the ribboned box, and I begin to open it. 

Inside, there’s a sleeping kitten. She’s a light brown with white mittens, and a small bell on her neck. So small, so cute. Finally, I have all I could ever want! We walk together to go buy a proper carrier.

Then I wake up, and the cloud is still there. One day, I think. One day.

no1canstopus:

Am I the only one who measures time using songs? “Oh it only took me 4 songs to get here! that’s not too long!

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