Brownstone
4am rumbles slowly rolled into 6am lightning. Still dark outside, the sounds and flashes brought a strange sense of comfort. Though, not strange to her. She found this weather utterly divine. For a brief moment she shifted into consciousness. A soft up-turn of the lips emerged knowing a dreary day was in store. Rolling back over to her other side and pulling the lush comforter with her, she slipped back into a snooze. While the New York hustle and bustle was already underway, she was tucked in tight with the sweetest company. She gave herself the grace to sleep in while still recovering from her premier exhibit the night before. A purposefully cleared calendar meant she could stay there all day if she desired.
He wasn't thrilled about the move to the big city but he was thrilled for her. It wasn't forever, or at least it didn't have to be. But he was willing to support her here and that meant the world. She wasn't the best or the smartest in the room but she was certainly the biggest dreamer. Through sheer tenacity, an open heart, and with the talent she did have, those dreams (more often than not) came true. From spinning, to sculptures, to all sorts of oddities in between, this untrained potter blossomed in her second go of a career. This time in a quiet? corner of the West Village.
The slightest sliver of sunlight peeked through the stormy downpour and began to flood this cozy brownstone. Natural light and a luxurious kitchen had been her only criteria when deciding where to live. He found the perfect space for them which had all she wanted and more. On the premise of a temporary residence, they went all out. Maybe her dreamer, risk taking tendencies were wearing off on him just a smidge after all these years. Sound drowned out by the rain, there was no honking this morning or bike bells ringing. Even the birds seemed to have slept in. It was as if they were the only two souls within miles. Even if they weren’t, with how tunnel visioned they were on each other, they couldn't tell the difference.
Finding herself awake for the second time, she decided to open her eyes. He had been watching her. Not in a creepy way - more so in a “wow, this is amazing” way. She smirked and without skipping a beat popped out of bed, wrapped herself in the pristine white bedding she treated herself to, then hopped out the bedroom window onto their private ivy wrapped terrace. Only a drizzle now, she craved to feel the droplets on her skin. For no other reason than to relish in the gratitude of life this morning and all that had led up to it. She couldn't help but laugh as she twirled around, squinting up at the overcast.
At first he just looked on in the loving way he often did. But that contagious giggle drew him in. He wasn't about to miss out on the fun she seemed to curate out of simple nothingness and launched out of bed, to meet her. Surprised by how cold this late summer rain landed on his chest, the chill injected an extra bounce of energy. He scooped her up and spun her around. In their embrace, the earth stopped spinning. Time was infinite, a momentary but everlasting utopia. It was them against the world. It had always been afterall.
