She takes the boxes of sweaters down from the top shelf. Last night’s cool breeze reminded her of her warm, yet worn grey cardigan. As she slides the boxes off the ledge she sees something drop from the corner of her eye…a flutter that catches her interest.

“What could have possibly been hidden there these last few months?” My mind races with thoughts of forgotten treasure, high school time capsules and hope chests. I wonder if it is something I put away to remember or something I hid away to forget?
As I set down the boxes, I look to where I think the item had landed. Now, where can I find something that looks like it wasn’t there before. I know “something” fell down from that ledge…but what. I sit quietly looking from the top shelf to my current position on the floor. Hmmm…if I were a something how would I fall? Almost as if cued I notice a stark white piece of paper folded in fourths. Its corners doglegged and worn. Must have been something I had tucked into one on my purses or files. Why would I stick it under those boxes….my mind still draws a blank, but my tummy starts to tingle.
I open the gently folded page and look to the top to see what the letter could possibly regard. The first lines bring a smile to my lips. “How many kisses do you want per day…” Secret wishes and dreams flutter across my mind like a summer shower. Every sensation triggers ripples and waves of emotion. Warmth begins to spread form the tips of my fingers as they grip the page, to my very core. I sit and enjoy the escape for a few moments longer. Transported to a different time, a different place, a different me.
The buzzing of my cell phone reminds me I am late for my meeting and my e-mails continue to pop up on the laptop teetering on the bed. Life is so full, yet so empty. The page begins to pulse anew, this time revitalizing me and spurring me into action. I tuck the page into the folds of my skirt. Just touching it hidden there so close to my skin, makes me feel a little stronger. I know what lies at my feet…mine to take if I chose. “Not yet…” I whisper to myself. I have things to do, things only I can take care of…but soon.
Grabbing my coach, shoes and keys I head for the door. My sunglasses hide my damp lashes as I grab the grey cardigan. Happily ever after is waiting and I can’t disappoint. I grab my diet coke and lock the door.