195 Too Old For That

Lina woke to the sound of honking cars and Parisian chatter in the streets.

She leapt out of bed and pressed her hands against the large French window excitedly, earning a funny look from an elderly man in the street below who squinted and pointed up at her.

"Crap!" she had forgotten that she was naked and she quickly ducked down and pulled the white drapes closed.

In her dreams she had forgotten where she was, Paris, 'The City of Love' and it had just hit her now that she was on the other side of the world, living her fantasy and spending her trip with her hunk of a husband.

Where is he anyway? She asked herself and looked around the empty room. She saw that he had already unpacked their bags and hung everything up in the wardrobe. He had even taken the time to organize her lotions and perfumes neatly on the vanity table, along with her glasses and contact solution.

She smiled when she thought about him obsessing over whether to organize the bottles by size or color.