My Special Someone
"…the end." Elise closed the book. "Well, what did you think of it?"
To be honest, Pearl had stopped paying attention to the words themselves, focusing instead on the sweet, lilting voice reading them…
"I'm sorry," she murmured sheepishly. "I wasn't listening." She yawned.
"Ha ha," The lady chuckled. Such a gentle sound it was, like the soft tinkle of chimes. "You must be tired. Here, I'll take you to bed."
Pearl took the offered hand, holding onto to it firmly. She blushed when Elise squeezed back.
The author tucked her into bed. "Good night, my darling pearl," she whispered as she kissed her forehead. Then she left the room, blowing out the candles on her way.
Pearl raised the covers over her chin, trying to inhale her lingering scent. "Ms. Deauxnim…" she whispered into the dark. "I think you just might be my special someone."