By Christine Date: 11 September 1997
As we warm ourselves by the fire, we'll watch the snowflakes dance against our window pane. We'll rise just in time to watch the sunrise over the horizon, a delicate golden gem, splashing our faces with light. We'll sit on a faded couch, our palms and fingers touching, enjoying each other. Your soft lips will pepper my face with baby kisses, and I'll be in heaven.