I step aboard the glossy craft. It is streamline and the wood floors gleam. The man motions to a small table and turns to untie the craft. I eye the table displaying a bottle of chilled wine, a plate of fresh fruit and a candle. I sit and grab my napkin. Behind the fruit is a placard. On the front I read "Dearest Selina" and on the back it says "I will be waiting for your B." I turn to the old sea captain. He seems oddly familiar to me I just can't place where. He turns his head down and turns the ships wheel.

I nibble at a grape and sip the wine. I lift my glass and sigh. My heart aches to be back in his arms. Down below the Captain starts an old record. I hear the swift brush of the needle on vinyl and Beethoven fills my ears. I stare out into the deep horizon. The once Carolina blue sea is almost jet black. Tiny white crests form and dissapate on tiny waves before my eyes. I look up searching for the moon. It is full and glowing like a Harvest moon. A poem comes into my mind by Percy Bysshe Shelly "I am the daughter of the Earth and Water, And the nursling of the sky, I pass through the pores of the Ocean and shores, I change but I cannot die."What are the odds? Here I am in the middle of the Tyrrhenian Sea. Here I am on my way to see Batman. I grab my glass of wine and make a toast to the Heavens grinning ear to ear.

In the distance I can see a rocky cliff emerge behind huge rock formations in the ocean. The Captain slows the vessels speed. I spot tiny flickers of lightlike fireflies dancing in the ocean breeze. Docking I can make out tiny candles set on stairs leading up this enormous rocky cliff. I grab the Captains hand and skip off the boat. A tiny gray kitten emerges rubbing my leg. "Where did you come from?" I ask I eye his neck with a scarf. I open it and it reminds me of a Italian checkboard tablecloth. Inside the folds is a note. It reads "Yes we will keep him and I am still waiting." I turn side to side looking for Bruce with my mouth wide open.

I start to climb the first step. On its edge is a single red rose. I place in the napkin folded neatly in my hand. The next one has a rose and then the next until I am halfway up. He left me a basket. I place the roses wrapped in the napkin neatly in its base and whisper "He really thought of everything!"

I reach the top and slide on my heels and adjust my dress and hair. I'm finding it hard to breath.
There is a house here. Tiny candles light a stairwell leading to the roof. My kitten scurries up them only stopping to look back at me.

I take a deep breath. I am nervous. He makes me feel things down deep inside that I never knew existed. My pace starts to get faster as I think how close he must now be. I start to run. I run faster. I yell "Bruce?" holding my basket of flowers.

I stand on the rooftop...

***to be continued****

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