The Kiss

I kissed my wife the other night. She was close enough for me to smell the hint of her perfume and the shampoo shine in her hair. I can't remember the exact circumstance that led up to it, but we were in a position of togetherness, and our faces met in agreement.

It wasn't a Hollywood, "exploitive" smooch. Just a warm greeting of the lips and a suggestion of how she tastes. A warm shiver (can one shiver warmly?) tickled through my being. I knew this was the start of the remaking of the best love story I've ever lived.

I could almost hear a distant melody in the background; birds were chirping, spring springing and flowers blooming. Perhaps this was a euphoric Hollywood induced romantic moment, with the hope of an enchanted forever attached. Whatever it was, I was there and there was no stopping it.



Until I woke up.