"Tabitha?"

I woke with a start to the touch of his fingers stroking my hair. It was oddly beautiful.

My day was quite all right. Woke up early go to Crabtree with Mum and M. I had a really fun time shopping and loling and enduring an ungodly amount of puns. Had a good lunch and some nice quality family time. Returned with some great finds, the faux-suede fuchsia pumps perhaps being the best. Glad.
Relaxed and did nothing and loved it. Dinner. Wished he would call. Got all dressed up, but had no where to go. Drove on fumes to OE, attempted to parallel park. A gentleman asked if I was Tabitha, and I replied that sorry, but I was not. Recieved my usual free cup of coffee from M, tipped well. Allowed myself extra sugar, waited for the phone to ring. Settled at a table outside next to the windows and read for a while by the light from inside...I sipped my coffee and enjoyed a Parliment or two. Very content. Later slipped inside to warm up, but promptly dozed off to sleep in the depths of an easychair...he woke me up. Drove home in a daze.

Oh, four day weekends how I love you so.

Love,
S-