The guesthouse on the ocean
From the minute they stepped into that guesthouse their stress and worries had flown away. In some magical way, reality had become part of a distant past, of some parallel universe that right now seemed far far away.
It was exactly what they needed after a hectic, stifling few months. To escape the world. And this seemed the perfect place to do it.
He was already up when she opened her eyes and breathed in that salty smell of the ocean surrounding them.
He was sitting outside half-naked gazing over the horizon. Dreaming. Setting goals. He seemed more relaxed than ever. She walked out in a short satin robe. The smile that covered his face as he turned and saw her was enough to keep her warm despite the chilly morning breeze.
He pulled her onto his lap and they sat there, saying nothing, daydreaming across the waves.
It was ideal.
So much, no words were needed to compliment the occasion. Perhaps there were no words suitable enough either.
We all need a place to get lost. But what makes it even greater is having the right person to share it all with. Even in silence and the simple gestures that say it all.
MC's Whispers 