On one sleepy afternoon

On one of the sleepy afternoons of a sleepy town, they were there lying by the window. They had a fight then, she remembers. One of their serious little quarrels. She was mad at him for something, or maybe that was him. She still cannot remember what the thing was about, does he?  She sure cried a bit. He did not do anything about it, he said he was tired. Too tired to start it all over again. She watched him close his eyes. And they went off to sleep, both of them, turning it to a pretty non-consequential affair. For how long they lied like that, minutes, hours? No that could not have been for long. Sometimes she thinks that must been just for a wink of time. And then he woke up, all of a sudden pulling her out of her sleep, ‘Wake up love, come there is something happening on the streets. Come I will show you” He lifted her up, carried her to the balcony. It was the neighborhood celebrating one of the regional festivals. “You all right? Why this? You melted all of a sudden?” “Nothing, just a bad dream. Thought I lost you”. Then there was the quiet moment. He smiled at her, and there she melted, into a puddle.