Morning Blues

Rich aroma of coffee brewing early in the morning; a bunch of fresh blue flowers which he usually brought back from his morning walks; the crystal vase she had begged and pleaded for, in spite of it's atrocious overprice.....sunlight pouring in through the big bay window, and the sweet warmth of her blanket.

Sneha cuddled deeper in her bed, smiling imagining the scene across her closed eyelids.

"It's a dream, a beautiful dream, and I don't wish to wake up from it."

And then there was an irritating noise.....vaguely familiar, horribly persistent; oh!what is this? Annoyed, Sneha grappled her hands around, and found the ringing cell phone.

"Good morning, sweetheart!"

And she was jolted awake. His wife was back in town.

And it would be ages before she would dream again.