the Hill
Dinner came and went, very uneventful. She found herself distracted despite the constant chatter from her daughter about her day. She did enjoy her supper, though, and thought to herself how great it was to be eating better and taking care of herself again instead of munching on the leftover mac n cheese that had become a way too convenient habit. After the clean up she and her daughter sat and marked their new calendars with birthdays, anniversaries and vacations to look forward to through out the coming year. Still that envelope beckoned to her. Wait, she told herself. Just wait.
She put her daughter to bed and went to work out, a New Year’s resolution she had stayed committed to – at least for now. Her husband came home early and they settled into idle chit chat about their respective days. She knew that spending time with her husband was important to him, although not as much to her as she treasured her independence. It wasn’t a question of love so much as it was about being “free” and missing that feeling. However, she knew that it made him feel good and she was working on her compromising skills. She was highly skilled in other areas, but not so much in “sharing” and “compromising”. It comforted her to know that she could change without losing herself in the process. Out of the corner of her eye – the envelope still spoke to her. “Come to me, immerse yourself in me for a while”. She’d wait.
Hours passed and it was bedtime. Now, she thought. The envelope! Finally! As she settled into bed and kissed her husband goodnight, she carefully opened the envelope to find the red cover sheet calling to her to embrace the pages that followed.
As she sat and read the Story, the stress of the day simply disappeared and she found herself drenching herself in wild adventures and sexy boasts. She became “M” and was completely lost in the scenery of the Story. She felt the adrenaline of adventure, laughed at private jokes between herself and the author. A Story that would live with her forever in her heart and much of which wouldn’t, simply couldn’t be understood by another reader. How privileged, she thought. A gift like no other. A compliment of the highest kind. The love spilled from the hand-written pages and she couldn’t put it down, anxiously turning the pages to see what delights awaited her. An adventure into the imagination of someone she truly admired and loved. Peace surrounded her as the story ended and a tear simply slid down her cheek.
She dreamed of the Hill that night and was surrounded by those she loved the most.
