It never occurred to her if T/they were living together or married.  She only knew that T/they were O/one.  It is a simple fantasy, nothing elaborate, the pure love of sharing a moment together.

 

She sits alone on the steps in front of a house in a Mulberry kind of neighborhood.  Streets lined on both sides with elm trees, their branches forming a green canopy over the asphalt, the heat rising up like a mirage.  A summer day; locusts singing softly, in the distance the tinny music of a ice-cream truck, children laughing as they run through sprinklers, the occasional breeze lifting the scent of charcoal.  The essence of a summer day long forgotten is what she feels as her mind wanders through the fantasy.

 

She waits, watching the street for Him.  Checking her watch, she knows it will not be long now.  Rising from the warm steps she opens the door.  The screen door bounces against her bottom, stopping the slamming sound.  Entering the kitchen, she opens the refrigerator.  The cool air dries the sweat trickling between her breasts.  Reaching in and pulling a coke from the six pack, she raises it and holds the cold can to her throat.  On bare feet she turns softly and returns to the steps to wait.

 

It isn't long before she sees Him, her heart swells with joy as she watches Him.  His lips pursed together whistling a little tune He heard on the radio as He comes up the walk.  He smiles, blue eyes twinkling with pleasure, every step brings Him closer.  He sits behind her one step above, His arms come around her shoulders.  His knees squeeze with His arms as He hugs her tight.  He drops a kiss on the top of her raven hair, His lips in her hair as He breathes in the clean fresh scent of her.

 

She smiles softly as T/they sit together not saying a word.  She lifts the soda up to His hand.  His arms still draped around her, watching the sun sink behind the trees.  He takes the can leaning to the side, He pulls the tab.  The sound of the psssssst joins the other sounds of the summer.  His arms return around her, a small wet drip lands on her tanned thighs.  He presses the can to her lips.  The first drink. Moisture sliding down the aluminum side.  She drinks, the fizz tickles her throat as she swallows.  He removes the soda from her lips, leaning His head back, He drinks deeply.

 

She is complete now, He is home.  He takes care of her, showing His love in every action.  T/they sit together sharing the soda, watching the neighborhood, reveling in the deep feelings of the love T/they share.