I woke the next morning in my bed at home. I smiled to myself.
Sitting up, I looked out the window, shivering in delight as I remembered...last night. Was it real? It felt so real....I could almost feel his lips on mine....the taste, the emotion.....
I grinned until my face hurt, singing to myself as I tossed away my covers and shifted through my closest, pulling out my favorite dress. After slipping it on to replace my sleeping clothes, I set myself at my mirror taking up my brush and combing the tangles from my hair. I played with each curl, running the brush through until it was perfectly silky and smooth.
After appraising that my appearance was sufficient, I skipped from my bedroom and made my way to the parlour where my Grandmother waited. "Morning," I trilled making my way towards the door.
"Where are you heading? Do you not want breakfast?" she frowned.
"No thank you, Grandmama," I smiled. "I will be back soon."
"Where are you going?" she repeated for a second time, archly raising an eyebrow.
"Ummm...," I shifted nervously, then averted my gaze so that I stared at my feet. "To visit Theseus."
"Ohhh," she smirked, surprising me with her reaction--the playful note in her voice and her expression itself. "Well, don't just stand there. Tell him I said hello. Be back before lunch though, dear."