An elderly couple gets ready to settle in for the night. The husband gets undressed and throws his pants to the floor like he has done for so many years. He slowly sits on the edge of the bed and begins his decent to the pillow as he grunts and growns on the way down. Settled in he awaits his bride to join him.
She slips into her night gown and picks up the brush from the dresser. Slowly lets down her long silver hair and begins to brush it, like she hass for so many years. As the brush moves through her hair she recalls brushing her father's hair, when she was a teen. He had long wavy peppered hair, she would sit behind him and he'd sit on the floor, as they watched television. She smiled.
"why are you smiling?" her husband's voice soft & loving.
"memories." she replied as she smiled at his reflection in the mirror.
She put the brush down and parted her hair down the middle. Braided the right side & than the left. She sits at the edge of her side of the bed, turns to her husband and asks, "how do I look?"
He opens his eyes, reaches for her hand, sqeezes it as he replies, "just as beautiful as ever, I love you and will always love you, my bride." She smiles back at her husband. Her heart flutters, for his love has always made her feel light on her feet. "I love you too, very much."
She turns off the lights, makes her way in the darkness next to her beloved husband.
"Sweet dreams." his last words.
That night he left her, but she wasn't sad. They led a life of timeless love and they would one day be together again.
