My drooping eyelids , with a futile attempt, tried to stay open but was unsuccessful. Within a state of tranquility , I allowed myself to reminisce , relishing past memories fastidiously and it was when I succumbed to the memories I cherish dearly in my heart, that it began. Paris, the city of love, fashion and monuments. A fervour of passion and exhilaration coursed through my veins and inescapable peals of laughter rang in my ears at the prospect. Every atom of my body was fizzing in elation and with an inexplicable surge of determination, I packed all my belongings in a suitcase hastily and made my way towards the front door, tingling with enthusiasm. After I had fastened my coat and my suitcase perched precariously on the porch, I was very aware of the thudding of my heart , beating in rapid succession, d-dum-d-dum-d-dum. I knew it was time. Moments later, we were speeding along the M62 in a black cab, passing an abundance of wilting , lopsided trees which were beginning to lose some of it's leaves and were scattered near the base of the tree trunk. With a longing sigh, I propped open my handbag and impatiently opened the envelope which contained my boarding pass, Paris was etched in immaculate black writing in the top right hand corner, I absent-mindedly traced it, allowing a slow Cheshire-like grin, thinking of the journey I am about to embark.
Several hours later:
Headphones in, I glanced out the window to see thin streaks of cloud trailed across an azure sky. Next to me was a young man slouched in his seat, maybe in his early twenties who was a wearing a voluminous black hoodie obscuring the majority of his face and an oversized pair of trousers to match and only revealing a small portion of his sandy blonde hair which had escaped from underneath his hoodie.
Hours later:
Startled , I awoke suddenly, emitting an enormous yawn as I took in my surroundings cautiously. People seemed to be gathering their belongings and making their way to the exit. Abruptly, I stood up, momentarily felling light-headed , which was then replaced with a feeling of pure ecstasy. With a jovial stride in my step, I hummed a tune whilst walking on. Paris, here I come!
Several hours later:
Scrolling through the pictures of the Eiffel Tower on my phone I felt an immense sense of gratification. I truly feel as I have accomplished the obtainment of happiness as I am truly mesmerised and in loved with the beauty of Paris. Face masked with resolute concentration, I decided to capture another picture of the Eiffel Tower, except someone was directly in front of me. With an immense sigh of exasperation and furrowed eyebrows, I reluctantly put my phone hidden out of sight. Then I gasped! Every muscle in my body tensed as I gazed into ocean-blue eyes , it seemed as if all rationality had deserted me and now I'm incapable of forming a coherent sentence. His sandy blonde floppy hair, accentuating his facial features magnificently and illuminating a golden halo on his head. "I-I-I, you're beautiful" , I blurt out, instinctively I cover my mouth in horror at my outburst. But to my surprise, he laughs, a warm and hearty laugh which feels like music to my ears and it was at this moment that I realised I was falling, falling, falling for him. He extends a hand, "Cody", he declares in a deep, soothing voice. "Naomi", I respond and the warm clasp of his hand evokes a feeling of heartfelt love for the man in front of he as I continue to gaze contentedly into his twinkling, aquamarine eyes and it seemed as if we are enclosed in our own bubble , oblivious to our surroundings and I knew then I will always cherish this memory, as it was the start of our story.