Pigtails

What a wonderful sight it was: on top, pink t-shirt, enthusiastic, pigtails. The vibrant movement, the shining eyes, the tempting glistening of perspiration; and here and now and mine.

A long sort dream come true; here she was at last. Was it as good as expected? Yes, most certainly it was.

Then content. We cuddled; a long languorous cuddle. Along the way we intermittently talked; about something, I now know not what. Finally slept; a long dreamy satisfied sleep; one where all your wished have materialised and your worries evaporated. She snoring a little.