Memories of the Night

She closes the front door softly and leans her back against it. A
slow smile creeps across her face as her pulse continues to race. Her
memory flashes with images of the night just ended. Her smile grows as
she remembers minute details and random things he said. She can still
feel his lips on hers, his hand on hers. She can still smell him on her
clothes. She takes a deep breath and opens her eyes. In the dark and
still of her house, she runs like lightning up the
stairs.


She doesn't pause as she flicks on the light in her bedroom.
She runs straight ahead to her bed and flings herself on it. She lays
on her back, staring at the ceiling. The smile has not left her face
and the memories have not subsided. She begins now to reign in her
frenzied mind and wild heart. She starts at the beginning, when they
set out for the night. She goes through the entire evening, weaving in
as many details and matters of small importance that she can. Her mind
races as the instant replay of their date continues in her head. She
works her way through dinner and the drive home and is finially at the
end. Finially her mind is free to linger on the best part of the night,
the part of the night that sent her heart beating a million miles an
hour and stood every nerve in her body on edge. She giggles softly as
she takes pause on the kiss.


Laying there on her bed she pictures the kiss which took
place just a short while ago. She can see flecks from the streetlight
glistening in his soft hair. She looks up at him, with that mouth
slightly open in a faint, gentle smile gaze. She allows her body to
work it's magic and send every signal possible that she wants nothing
more than for him to kiss her, slowly and gently and passionatly and
with linger. She allows her body to receive the same signals from him
and to tell her that he's about to kiss her. She closes her eyes.
Slowly, shyly he begins to kiss her. Slowly, shyly, she kisses him
back. His hand finds hers in the dark. They kiss less shyly while
retaining every ounce of innocence. Then, with skill and ease she
gently and sweetly ends the kiss. She smiles bashfully at the boy,
thanks him for a lovely time and leaves the car. In one quick movement
she is up the steps and in the house.


Her giggles continue and she hugs the teddybear on her bed.
She sighs airily with the end of her rememberance and rises to brush
her teeth. In the bathroom she smiles at herself. She can't stop
smiling. Excitement and wonder and possibilty have overtaken her. She
thinks back to dinner and how polite he was to the waitress. She
pictures him walking in the pouring rain from the car and she remembers
them laughing about it. He's smart and funny and adorable. He reminds
her of someone, but she can't figure who. He was sweet and interested
in what she had to say and engaging when he spoke. Her eyes sparkle
with delight as she takes one final look at herself before going to
bed.


In her room she changes into her pajamas. She climbs wearily
into bed, she's tired and it's late. Yet she hesitates to turn out the
light, she doesn't want this night to end. She lays a moment picturing
his face after he kissed her. She can't decide what his expression
said, but she's sure it was good. She wondered if she looked how he
looked, if he felt for her how she felt for him. She leaned over and
turned out the light.


She curled into a ball on her side, cuddling her teddybear.
She thinks to herself that tonight was excellent. She thinks to herself
that she has never had a more perfect date. She realizes that this is
because he puts all the other guys she's dated to shame. None have been
as smart, as witty or as attractive as him. Laying there in the dark
she imagines their next date. Her mind churns with ideas and she thinks
about what to wear. She imagines their next kiss and what eventually
follows. She lays awake for a long time before finially resigning
herself to sleep. She rolls onto her back and closes her eyes. Sleep
drifts close to her happy heart and she begins to go to it. Just before
she turns herself over compeletly to it's powerful call, her eyes
spring open with realization and she sits straight up in
bed.


What if he doesn't call?