The Cottage

 

 

The urge to interrupt him before he had finished was overwhelming. Everything was so perfect and quaint; and in a cemetery! What man proposes in a cemetery? One, who is preppy, but who also admires the dark. The sky was bright blue, with a few puffy white clouds. The sun illuminated the beautiful flowers that had been set by the tombstones, and the way the light broke through the pine trees, was breathtaking. Jake took my hand, and kissed it, and that’s the day that our everlasting adventure began.

We sat staring at the beautiful cottage before us. It must have taken Jake a good 2 years to build all of this, and he even planted my favorite flowers in the window boxes. Striking fire-roses, poppies, and daffodils bloomed everywhere. The smell of them was overwhelming, and the honeysuckle that grew around the front door was the loveliest sight I had seen since our wedding day. I looked over at Jake and he said in a loving voice “You’re too good for this world, Atti.”

“What do you mean?”

“This is where I want us to live. It’s our own little piece of heaven like we always talked about, and it’s only 15 minutes out of town; I built this all for you!” I was overthrown with emotions and the luggage in my hands dropped to the ground, and I lay frozen in a pile of lilac dahlias; the excitement was just too much for me to bear.

I awoke in a beautiful room. The walls had been painted a pastel yellow, and a teal vanity sat on the opposite wall of the bed, a large chaise was pushed against the bay window; and I instantly fell in love with the house, I had to go and see more. It was at that moment when Jake came in with a cup of coffee and put it in my hands. “Do you want to see the rest of the cottage?”

“Yes!” I replied, and he grabbed my free hand, and he took me through the kitchen and out into the garden…