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It’s two weeks before Thanksgiving. Kit ordered a turkey for me to pick up, gave me a grocery list. Everyone is coming here for dinner. Even James and his girlfriend. I think he is going to propose soon. He has that look about it. You know the look. I am overwhelmed with a sense of dread, the holidays bearing down like a train on a fast track, barreling towards some unknown destination. I started meditation at the suggestion of my yoga instructor. You would like her, she is in her sixties and has this cool, hippy vibe that makes me want to sit in a forest with her and learn the language of the trees. I like the trees; they don’t talk back even when I scream at them. We hike sometimes. There is a five mile hike not far from the house that overlooks the valley. It is beautiful and very peaceful. I miss you.
The morning after the limo ride passed silently, without anyone stirring in the Porter Kennard house. They had been up late, the ride lasting until well after midnight. Tina slept deeply, on her back, Bette snuggled up next to her with her head on the blonde’s chest also deeply asleep. Neither heard the passing cars as traffic picked up, their cell phones announcing text messages and email notifications in the kitchen where they were left to charge.
Rain fell, a quiet, persistent drenching that offered a peaceful backdrop to the slumbering couple, but this too was unnoticed. Their breathing was in sync, the rise and fall of their chests barely perceptible so deep was their rest.
It was Bette who shifted slightly, her head moving to press into Tina’s breasts, her eyes still closed. Tina responded immediately, rolling towards the brunette, adjusting her position so that Bette’s head was cradled on her chest as they faced each other, one arm going around Bette’s waist, her hand rubbing the brunette’s back then dropping as she succumbed to sleep once again, Bette soothed and right behind her.
Tina woke first, hours later. Her eyes opening slowly, blinking before taking stock of the cloudy day through the blinds, the warmth of the blankets and the woman next to her chasing away any chill in the room. She marveled, as she often did, how complete Bette felt laying next to her, how right. Bette’s legs were just the right length to line up with her own, just the right weight to fit comfortably within hers without feeling heavy. And waking up with the smell of Bette’s hair in her nostrils, the softness of it on her throat… well that was pure heaven.