She's sleeping motionless, it seems. He looks at her and gives her a kiss smiling.

It's early morning. The flower vase sparkle in the sunlight. She sits at the table with her mother and they talk about her future.
She looks a little disbeliever at them from a corner of the room and her heart banges and whispers sleepy: 'Oh mom.'
I think I found you a nice guy.
Yeah, mom, sure, but I can do that myself.
No really, I invited him here for coffee.
not !!
You'll see it, he's really for you. Trust me.

Unannounced, there's a man in the room who apologizes for knocking, but nobody heard him.
She looks stunned at his appearance and then at her mother who is no longer sitting at the table.
Slightly confused, she invites him to sit at the table, but he wazzles that off.
'I have a better plan. I'll take you to a nice place,” he says with his dark brown voice.
She feels insecure, because she didn't really count on an outing and certainly didn't get up for a date.
A quick look in the mirror as she walks by gives her enough confidence not to get shy.
He grabs her hand as they walk silently through the small streets with uneven pebbles. The lovely, almost a thousand in one night cottages are enchantingly beautiful and cosy.
He squeezes her hand with ease and it feels so familiar. She hardly dares to look up to his face, afraid it's a dream.
They turn around the corner and stand in front of a beautiful white church with a vaulted passage and they walk in.
A dove scares and flies along her husband's face. If he hadn't protected the animal by catching it, it would have flown against the wall.
He takes his fingers through his tangled hair, while the pigeon rests on his hand.
She turns to h em and she can't stop smiling when she looks at him. He winks.
She looks at herself and her husband and slowly opens her eyes.

She gently says, while she looks slightly sloping up, “Thanks mom, he's really special.”
She gets out of bed and goes off to the coffee scent.

Marion de Vries

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