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There was a bag on the bed, half filled with clothes, carefully folded and arranged like one of his drawers. A mini version of a piece of home that he could take with him. Travel toiletries littered the bed and that's why he suggested the couch. With dimmed lights he poured two glasses of wine and on the stereo was Doris Day. It was one of his favorite songs because it reminded him of his mother though he had never told that to anyone but Peyton. It was one of those pieces of information that seemed so unimportant and didn't seem to be worth mentioning except in those quiet moments late at night, after making love.
He came up behind her and gently touched her hip and then kissed her shoulder so as not to startle her.
Gonna take a Sentimental Journey,
Gonna set my heart at ease.
Gonna make a Sentimental Journey,
to renew old memories.
Taking her hand he gently pulled her into his arms and started to sway with her in time with the music.
He came up behind her and gently touched her hip and then kissed her shoulder so as not to startle her.
Gonna take a Sentimental Journey,
Gonna set my heart at ease.
Gonna make a Sentimental Journey,
to renew old memories.
Taking her hand he gently pulled her into his arms and started to sway with her in time with the music.