The Apartment

Paris apartment

The Apartment – with the geraniums in the window boxes

The pale gray light of a rainy dawn creeps into the room. In my jet lagged stupor, I briefly forget where we are.

The breeze from the fan brushes against my cheek soft as a lover’s caress. I roll over and wrap my arms around the man I have loved for what feels like an eternity, drifting back to sleep.
The shriek of a high/low police siren startles me out of my slumber.

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