Day 7- Candy floss memories
Enveloping hugs. Lingering kisses. Clinking glasses. Talking till the sun rose. Spooning to sleep. Waking up together. The foot-tapping wait. The sparkle in the eye at his sight. Fingers entwined. Shopping up a storm. Cooking fragrant meals. Feeding each other. Playful tiffs over the crossword. Bantering at the shops. Talking over each other. Languorous pauses. Searching for your reflection in the other’s eyes. Deep sighs. Your fingers tracing paths through his hair. His, tracing a path down your spine. Oh, the candy floss memories of those stolen weekends, after which they both returned back to their usual lives, and wives.