The Awakening

"Good morning, sweetheart," he said, as my eyes slowly started to open.  I could see him flashing a crooked smile at me while my mind was coming out of the fog.  It was as if he knew I was trying to figure out what day it was.  Monday.  It was Monday, and he was leaving.  Though it was only for the day, even a day apart feels like too long, much too long.  As I was silently contemplating this, his lips caressed my forehead and left with the gentlest of kisses. I started to smile back, and inhaled his delicious scent.  With that, his lips touched my shoulder, a tingle ran through me and my heart raced.  I could feel the flush that flooded the skin of my cheeks.  With a sweet whisper of goodbye, he was gone.  I closed my eyes and tried to wake myself out of this dream... but I was already awake, with the perfect awakening.

Just as I made my way downstairs, I noticed a pretty little box laid sweetly in plain sight, with a perfectly folded white note placed atop.  A smile crossed my lips, and only grew larger as I unfolded the note that began, "Thinking of you," and said, "Happy Anniversary Week," along with many other wonderful affections.  An enjoyable morning indeed, complete with a taste of chocolate, and a fantastic start to a marvelous Anniversary week.