Last Night

Spontaneous decision to meet up. It's late. Go with the flow. Getting ready. Hot bath, wash hair. What to wear? Bad skin day. Not looking my best. Go with comfort. Feel nervous but excited. Imagine how meeting will be. Calls to confirm. Tunes on. I am ready…near enough. Say my goodbyes. Don't wait up! Texts back and forth. Tell the Mrs. She calms the nerves. Train takes what feels like an unnaturally long amount of time. Get to station. Go to get out cash. Left my cards! The shame. Will have to mug a granny on the way. Get the bus. Stuck in traffic. Nerves increase. No text back yet, he hasn't arrived. Noisy group of fun-loving Spanish party people on the bus. Smile. Text. He is there. Which exit? Be there in 5. Bus turns. I see a glimpse. Is it him? Nerves really kick in. Walk up, he sees. We smile and say hello. Huge hug. Don't want to let go. A little shy to look him in the eye. He feels my heart pounding. We walk and talk. Get to Tas. Order two fresh mint teas. Sipping slowly while talking. Still feeling shy. Order another for the road. Leave and contemplate routes home. We can't say goodbye so soon. Screw the last tube. The night is ours.

His hand holds mine. Walk down Charing Cross Road. Pass Leicester Square. Amazed at how many people are still out and about. Where to stop and sit and chat? I know. Get to Trafalgar Square. Find a bench just for us two. Clock strikes midnight as we arrive. Better not turn into a pumpkin. Arm around my shoulders, keeps me warm. We talk. We laugh. We smile. The night is nice. Not so cold. 1am comes and goes. Very light rain. Shall we make moves? Night bus it is, then. Cuddle at bus stop. We laugh. Bus takes a while. We see the sights as the bus takes us back. 30 minutes. Slightly heavier rain. We don't mind getting wet. Not a girlie girl, he says. I smile. Nearly home. Out of breath. We arrive. Surreal. He steps in. We are 17 and 18 again. We talk. Time is ticking. We kiss. We laugh. To bed. We talk. I get the giggles. We are relaxed. He feels at home. I can't sleep. He strokes my hair. We sleep. He doesn't snore. Alarm, way too soon. We wake. Almost. We doze. We wake. Up we get, eventually. Devotional online. We pray. Watch silly video clips while getting ready. We crack up. Get dressed, look human. Shun contacts in favour of specs. Eyes are tired. We don't want to leave. Walk to station. Just on time for the train. Everyone else disappears. Listen to our songs as the stations pass. Similar views on PDAs. OK, just not too full-on. :o) Smiles. Chooooooon. Sigh, when the destination arrives. We walk. Pick up Shortlist mag. He needs some reading material for the tube ride home. Walk to tube. Directions. Instructions. He isn't really listening. He is looking at me. We hug. We kiss. Goodbyes. Until the next time. Soon.