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That Sunday
By Tayvis Dunnahoe

The light from the waning day cast a pale hue over the room. Satiated, the two lovers lay together silently. They peered at one another inquisitively. Brown eyes into blue, they were diving into one another’s soul.

“Why haven’t we left this bed?” She laughed.

“Everything I need is right here beside me.”

He placed his hand on her thigh and tightly squeezed. She sighed.
The room was quiet with the only sound emanating from the ceiling fan. She rolled onto her side and placed her face on his chest with a gentle kiss.

“I feel like we’ve known each other for a thousand years.”

“We have.”

“You think so?”

“Yes. It takes time to catch up with you in each new life. But I always manage to find you.”

She looked up into his eyes. They were glinting. His teeth lightly gnashed causing her smile to grow wide.

“It drives me crazy when you do that!”

“I do it because I’m wild about you.”

“What are you wild about?”


She gazed at him. Pensive. Silent. She wanted a more specific response.

“Your giggle is haunting. It’s ghostly. If I heard that in the wilderness I would run wildly until I lost my bearing. I would die of fright.”

She laughed with a hint of her haunting giggle. He moaned lightly and took her into his arms.

“I fit so well in your arms! You make me feel safe.”

He kissed her lips and tilted his head back to see her brown eyes again.

“Do you think we could do this forever?”

The room fell silent. They smiled. It was a rhetorical question with a definitive purpose, and they both secretly believed that they had been doing this forever.

She rolled on top of him and made love for the fourth time that Sunday.

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