INDULGENCE

a bit tipsy....

INDULGENCE

 

With all these agitating thoughts running through my mind

I believe it is time for me to frequent a café nearby

T’s 5 0’clock and I am more than eager to leave my abode

Across the street and one more block there is a lovely café

That I have noticed

Candles atop white cloths and dim lighting

Anything too luminous shall  disturb my eyes

I prefer not to be conspicuous, therefore  my leggings

And a baggy sweater is splendid, disguise my ugly body

 

After a chilly walk I enter the café

A short, thin Asian woman greets me and directs me to a cozy table in the corner, ideal and inconspicuous

I order a glass of Chardonnay wine and start to

Survey the patrons

Mainly young couples, yet there appears to be

An elderly man with a French cap smoking a pipe

He cannot genuinely see me as he appears to sit sideways

From where I am located

 

What I can view is a young couple leaning in

Faces nearly touch, hands clasp together

Seemingly infatuated

It generates a smile on my face

And stirs me to reflect on my own infatuation

With my soldier with a bit of heartache  as well

At once, my head senses the wine is engaged

I giggle at the young couple, sensing no sadness now

I ponder about ordering one more glass

The waitress carries it on a small tray

I indulge, my cheeks are flush

I am afraid I resemble a clown

Oh dear, I anticipate some tipsy walking

On my return to the hotel

I pay the bill and gingerly arise from my chair

I take my time and amble to my abode

Christine greets me at the front door and assists me upstairs

 

At once, I am delighted to see my bed

I shall not hesitate to fall asleep swiftly tonight

And I must awaken early for my appointment tomorrow to see the doctor at 8:00AM

 

 

 

 

 

 

Author's Note

Thank you for reading my series

Reviews

[jacob erin-cilberto]

getting to leave or humdrum life for a few minutes in disguise...just to observe many things we miss from your youth. In sixth line I read it as "cloths"---
I wonder what kind of dreams the speaker will have tonight.
j.

[Betty Hermelee]

thank you J…. i fixed the error and a lovely review,
your assessment so far? ( this is chapter 8)
Warmly, B🌷🌷🌷🌷🌹

[jacob erin-cilberto]

I think it is a lovely story so far...romance like this rarely exists anymore.

[Betty Hermelee]

I’m at a crucial turning point at the moment ; many events could happen ( soldier died of a heart attack )
and she has casually befriended a cab driver in London…….he has lost his wife……this is where i’m stuck ( she knows nothing about him, but pleasantly gets free rides…….she must see the doctor re: her pregnancy…….

[jacob erin-cilberto]

I think your cab driver will eventually turn off the meter and turn into her lover.

[Betty Hermelee]

Maybe so! Still thinking👍👍👍👍