Living in Dreams

The hall was finally empty and silent. The lights went off as everyone left. Only a candle danced between us, still sitting at the table. She grabbed the bottle of wine and filled up our glasses. As she leaned to reach for mine, her vibrant hair gleamed red under the luminous display. She smiled and her smile was far brighter than the candle. “Another?” I asked. “Last one, I promise,” she said and raised her glass. “If you insist…” I said with a smile and raised mine. “To us, my love.” “To us,” I repeated, and we drank. “Can you believe it?” she licked the last drop of wine from her bright red lips. “No, I mean…I will tomorrow, when I see you all dressed up.” “Let’s make a deal,” she said with her eager, child-like enthusiasm. “We should have a bottle of wine like that every Sunday!” “That sounds like a great deal.” “You have to take care of me, husband.” “I still can’t believe the sound of it, wife,” I said, and a smile rose to my lips, a smile I couldn’t contain. I already felt tipsy, or I was drunk from her beauty. But something made my head light and my heart dancing in my chest. “Should we head home?” I asked. “We have a long day tomorrow,” she nodded. We got up, walked to the door, straight for the car. We were the last to leave our rehearsal dinner. With all the pressure of the past few months, we needed a moment to ourselves. The drive was silent for the most part, i can hear the cold wind hitting the car glass and It was a half-hour drive through the bustling center and another twenty minutes in the rural beauties of the north. We were already late for our curfew, but we didn’t care. Just like every summer, the regional road—among