Once upon a time there was a cabin in the woods. A beautiful, secluded little place with a fireplace and a hot tub on the deck.
It was a special place. A place where the two of them could meet and get away from the world. Their secret hideaway.
It doesn’t matter who they are or what their names are. All that matters is at the cabin they could be together and be themselves… or whoever they wanted to be.
They spent the day swimming together in the lake and picnicking on a blanket under a shady tree. They would drink wine and share stories so they could get to know one another better. They would kiss and neither one of them wanted to stop.
In the evenings they would enjoy a glass of wine while sitting in the hot tub and watch for shooting stars under a clear, starry night.
They would lay in each other’s arms on the couch in front of the fireplace. They enjoyed each other’s company and their passion roared as bright as the fire. As the fire died, they lie together listening to the crickets chirping as a light breeze blew through the open window and a soft rain began to fall. She lays with her head on his chest as he plays with her hair. He kisses her goodnight exactly as he said he would and they fall asleep after an amazing day spent together.
It’s a nice story isn’t it? I wish I could say it were true, but it’s not. They’ve never met and they probably never will.
If the fire matched the intensity of their conversations it would burn the cabin down.
For now, the sun glistens on the lake. An empty blanket lays under a tree as a quiet breeze blows through the leaves. The hot tub sits empty. The crickets chirp and the stars shine on a clear, quiet night. They shine down on that empty cabin as the rain begins to gently fall.
….and a single ember burns in that fireplace waiting for one of them to ignite it or put it out.