55. Sarah
55. Sarah
I wake from a fitful sleep, dreaming about him. I dream of lying next to him … him with his back to me. I am staring at red poppies – and then I reach forward to kiss the tip of one of the flowers …
And suddenly he is awake.
He turns and reaches out, and our bodies twist together in a tangle of crisp, scented, white hotel sheets.
His eyes are bright and he is dotting my face with kisses. We are rolling in the sheets and laughing, and then finally Carl wrestles the sheets away and there is nothing between us any more.
I feel his warm skin next to mine.
He gazes at me and then he smiles. ‘Sarah,’ he says.
As he says my name I can feel his breath on my face.
‘Sarah,’ he says again.
He is in my head and in my heart.
I can hear his voice. I can smell him. I am back here with him. His weight on top of me.
He is saying my name. ‘Sarah, Sarah, Sarah.’