Breakfast at Tiffany's

Entry 3:

It's been a few days since my last entry but forgive me because I've been uber busy. I promise the entry will be good and make up for the lack of my entries lately.

It was Sunday morning and Brian and I were out and about, just walking and enjoying the cool, crisp weather of that time where the seasons are changing and winter is gradually making its decent into spring. We were holding hands and smiling and sharing idle chit chat when we came across a little café/bakery with the name scribbled in a mock of a feminine script 'Tiffany's". Brian and I exchanged and a glace, neither of us had eaten and it was just about breakfast time, we'd been up at 5 am to observe the morning as the sun rose because the night before had been an amazing round of sex. We didn't go to sleep after.

"What about breakfast at Tiffany's?" He smirked.

"I think I remember the film and as I recall, I think we both kind of liked it." I repeated the song from awhile back, not believing I remembered the words.

"Well that's one thing we got," Brian finished and opened the door for me as I laughed.

Breakfast was absolutely amazing. I have never had a craisin apple scone that good in my life. In fact, I've never had a craisin apple scone. And their coffee was like twice the gourmet half the price. Brian and I thoroughly enjoyed our food. He had some egg dish that was a house specialty that the owner, Tiffany, had created on a fluke one day. I tried some and it was fantastic. In fact, he was feeding me my scone and occasional forkfuls of his eggs. The proprietor thought we were adorable and gave us some free scones and told us to come back again. Brian declared it would be out Sunday thing.

We kept walking through the artsy part of town, seeing little venders and shops that were owned by the same family for generations. In the hustle and bustle of a major city like the Pitts, places like this were nice. We happened along a little shop where the owner had a sign in the window saying he was selling some new Golden Retriever pups. I smiled because I'd never had a dog but had always wanted one.

"Can we go see the puppies?" I begged.

"Justin… don't get attached we aren't getting one…" Brian warned.

I promised not to so we went inside and it was a little cardboard box full off about eight puppy's all whimpering and whining because they wanted to get out. I picked up this really little runt one, who was so adorable with his little paws and tiny nose and how he'd been curled up in a ball in the corner of the box away from his brother's and sisters. He curled up in my arms immediately and licked my face like I was covered in dog food.

I know I promised but I fell in love. The puppy was the most adorable thing I'd seen in my entire life, so small and fragile and precious that I couldn't help it. It bonded to me right away, this little bundle of animal life in my hands, about the size of a female size seven shoe. I gave Brian a pleading look but before I could get a reaction from him to mine the sight of me with the dog made his eyes soft and put a small smile on his face. He looked at the owner of the store, a tired old man who kind of reminded me of a groomed Sean Connery.

"How much for the dog sir?" He asked.

"That runt? Thirty dollars." The man snorted.

"Twenty-five." Brian haggled.

The man sold him the pup for twenty-five dollars and I took him out of the store with glee and loving Brian even more, thanking him over and over, and holding the puppy like it was my newborn son. Brian just laughed and we went off to buy some dog supplies.

"I think you should name him sunshine," Brian said, putting an arm around me.

"No," I whispered.

He frowned. "Sorry I forgot."

I nodded as he kissed my head. I thought on a name for a second.

"Soleil," I said softly.

Brian smiled. "I like that."

We ended up at a park with our bags of supplies and Soleil romping in the grass that was just growing back from the winter's snow cover. He was so cute because he was young and small and not used to everything yet so he took nosedives a lot, but got back up like it was no big deal. It made me think of my mom and her damn story about me trying to ride my two-wheeler.

"Did my mom ever tell you the two-wheeler story?" I asked Brian, knowing the answer.

"YES, never bring it up again!" he groaned.

I laughed and he tickled me. Before I knew it the tickle game became foreplay and the foreplay became sex right there in the park where anyone who happened by could see. But of course we didn't mind, we were rebels. We were fighting the man and the system. And we loved it. Brian and I were at it for what seemed like hours. We just kept going and going, like the fucking energizer bunny. Literally.

When we were finished he was laying on his back, staring at the sky, with nothing but his pants on. I was lying with my head on his chest and wearing his shirt and my own pants. I listened to the rapid pound of his heart as it was working its way back to normal from out strenuous activity and noticed that my heart and his were beating in time.

Ever since I was little I've had a fascination with the human heart and the sound it makes. I don't know what it was, and the fact that I was lying here listening to Brian's as it went a mile a minute as he smoked a cigarette and rubbed my shoulder softly and soothingly, made everything seem as if it were going in slow motion. Time had stopped for him and me in the brief moment when we lay oblivious the worst parts of life and the most awful things in the world. It was he and I, Soleil at my feet and his heart and my heart beating in time as if we were one. And I can think of nothing more romantic.