Do You Remember
It was a sultry evening last night. The air felt thick and heavy. I turned on the ceiling fan and lay down on the couch to watch a chick flick. When it ended, I savored the sweet romance lingering in the air. I poured a glass of wine and started to make a late dinner. The house was still and silent. In my head I could hear a whisper of a time forgotten, "Do you remember?" it asked. I paused at the stove. Whose voice did I hear? What memory long forgotten had found it's way to the front of my mind? "Do you remember?" I could hear the question, it's rhythmic cadence, the soft melody of it's intonation, but I couldn't place the time or the place. "Do you remember?"
Was it a game we had played so many years ago? Was it something he had said in an intimate whisper? When did I last hear these words? "Do you remember?" And what it is that followed? Right on the edge of my mind I could hear the next words... but what were they? What came next that has lingered for all this time?
I savored my glass of wine over dinner still trying to place the words in the history of my life. The voice was male, this much I knew, but who said them and in what context I just couldn't place.
It wasn't until nearly bedtime, when my mind had finally stopped struggling with the words, stopped rolling the phrase over my soul trying to squeeze another morsel out of the memory that I might see it in its entirety that the whole of it finally came to me.
"Hey R2. Do you remember....Luke Skywalker?"
Ahhhh, yes. Back to the reality of my life. No romantic whispered phrase, no intimate moment shared with a boy from years past, no, just a game that LM plays with his R2D2 robot.
Reality Bites.
Was it a game we had played so many years ago? Was it something he had said in an intimate whisper? When did I last hear these words? "Do you remember?" And what it is that followed? Right on the edge of my mind I could hear the next words... but what were they? What came next that has lingered for all this time?
I savored my glass of wine over dinner still trying to place the words in the history of my life. The voice was male, this much I knew, but who said them and in what context I just couldn't place.
It wasn't until nearly bedtime, when my mind had finally stopped struggling with the words, stopped rolling the phrase over my soul trying to squeeze another morsel out of the memory that I might see it in its entirety that the whole of it finally came to me.
"Hey R2. Do you remember....Luke Skywalker?"
Ahhhh, yes. Back to the reality of my life. No romantic whispered phrase, no intimate moment shared with a boy from years past, no, just a game that LM plays with his R2D2 robot.
Reality Bites.
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