(Josie Sayz: This is a very short snippet of a very tiny piece of dream that I had, before my alarm clock ruined it, this morning. I have written it as my Peter and Jane characters).
The right corner of her mouth prodded into her cheek, as the red head scribbled away in her notebook. Feeling the spring sunshine upon her skin, she leant back into her wooden chair’s cushioned padding and relaxed her shoulders. As a gentle breeze brushed her hair across her face, she looked up from her writing, curling her hair behind her ear. Warmth spread from her heart, as she gazed over the garden. A luscious, well maintained lawn, dotted with daisies, stretched out in front of her, with the garden’s edges lined with a rainbow of vibrant flowers. A soft, happy sigh escaped her.
Dropping her eyes back to her notebook, she tapped her right hand to the table beside her, reaching for a different coloured pen. “Someone looks happy,” came a deep, familiar voice. Butterflies fluttered in the red head’s stomach, as she flickered her eyes in the direction of the voice.
Peering over his spectacles, from the book he was reading, Peter beamed at her. His head of dark, curly hair, stubbled face and deep eyes sent a warm tingle throughout her body. Her heart melted, as she smiled back at him.
“Uh huh,” she replied, feeling her cheeks turn rosy.
“Good,” he grinned. “Oow, I forgot we had a game going,” he chuckled, gesturing to the chess board, on the table, between them. “Is it my turn?” The red head nodded. “Hmmm,” he hummed to himself, as she returned her attention to her notebook. Then I woke up.
- Josie -
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