A Winter Night's Dream
It was 11 pm and -3 degrees. A freezing December wind slapped our faces as we exited the massive Edwardian doors of the London Coliseum after watching a splendid opera.
Amamoh seemed bothered by the cold. He wanted to go home. It was not only cold but quite late for a dark and dreary December night. I was still under the magical spell of Mozart’s mesmerizing opera.
Cold winter nights are calm, magical, and incredibly romantic. I wanted to walk along the Thames on Embankment, delight in a stroll by the riverside.
Amomah gently wrapped his arm around my waist as we began our trek. My pulse accelerated.
It was a frigid, windy night. I shivered with cold. Amamoh touched my cheeks softly with his fingers. “Told you to wear a scarf,” he said. He took off his woolen scarf and wrapped it around my neck, covering my ears before they went numb with frostbite. “Silly girl,” he whispered, as if to himself.
I wanted him to buy me an ice lolly. He thought I was out of my mind. I insisted. He walked across the road to the Embankment tube station to buy a lolly. He looked at me in disbelief as he handed over the lolly to me. ‘Do you realize it’s -3?’
“Yes, Amamoh, and that’s exactly why I want it. It will melt as we eat it together.” “What?” He replied. “I’m not eating one in this weather.”
But I wanted him to share the ice lolly with me, layer by layer. It was my free pass day, and I could do whatever I wanted.
I sat with him by the banks of the Thames on a cold stone staircase. The noise of the river was loud; louder still was my heartbeat. The changing moods of the river were difficult to read but the love and passion that shone in our eyes was easy to see. Amamoh was now gazing down at me. My heart skipped a beat but I couldn’t look away. His eyes gleamed with love and awakened a strange feeling in me. He was in complete control. I looked at him silently, staring straight into his eyes. He smiled gently. He knew I loved looking at him when he smiled. “You know what? Your eyes are talking love to me.” His voice was laced with affection. I beamed up at him and whispered, “I love you, Amamoh.” I lay head on his shoulder. He tucked me closer. I felt warmth radiating from him.
I wish I could freeze this moment. I wish I could stop time and live in it forever. I wish I could go turn back the clock and meet him sooner, love him more.
Amamoh seemed bothered by the cold. He wanted to go home. It was not only cold but quite late for a dark and dreary December night. I was still under the magical spell of Mozart’s mesmerizing opera.
Cold winter nights are calm, magical, and incredibly romantic. I wanted to walk along the Thames on Embankment, delight in a stroll by the riverside.
Amomah gently wrapped his arm around my waist as we began our trek. My pulse accelerated.
It was a frigid, windy night. I shivered with cold. Amamoh touched my cheeks softly with his fingers. “Told you to wear a scarf,” he said. He took off his woolen scarf and wrapped it around my neck, covering my ears before they went numb with frostbite. “Silly girl,” he whispered, as if to himself.
I wanted him to buy me an ice lolly. He thought I was out of my mind. I insisted. He walked across the road to the Embankment tube station to buy a lolly. He looked at me in disbelief as he handed over the lolly to me. ‘Do you realize it’s -3?’
“Yes, Amamoh, and that’s exactly why I want it. It will melt as we eat it together.” “What?” He replied. “I’m not eating one in this weather.”
But I wanted him to share the ice lolly with me, layer by layer. It was my free pass day, and I could do whatever I wanted.
I sat with him by the banks of the Thames on a cold stone staircase. The noise of the river was loud; louder still was my heartbeat. The changing moods of the river were difficult to read but the love and passion that shone in our eyes was easy to see. Amamoh was now gazing down at me. My heart skipped a beat but I couldn’t look away. His eyes gleamed with love and awakened a strange feeling in me. He was in complete control. I looked at him silently, staring straight into his eyes. He smiled gently. He knew I loved looking at him when he smiled. “You know what? Your eyes are talking love to me.” His voice was laced with affection. I beamed up at him and whispered, “I love you, Amamoh.” I lay head on his shoulder. He tucked me closer. I felt warmth radiating from him.
I wish I could freeze this moment. I wish I could stop time and live in it forever. I wish I could go turn back the clock and meet him sooner, love him more.
Without any exaggeration I must say that this is best imaginary i have read in recent times. Only a person with true feelings can imagine such magical things. Moreover not just the imaginary but converting an imaginary in such beautiful is something out of this world. More power to you. You are a genius and proud of you always. s
جواب دیںحذف کریںThank you very much , Lala jaan. It’s a random piece of writing :)
جواب دیںحذف کریںI love expressing my feelings. It heals me. :)