Beautiful Fairytale

The woman stares out the frosted window, Shoulders covered in her cream colored shawl. She begins to sing “beautiful fairytale, beautiful fairytale.” Her husband’s truck rumbles around the corner of the little Dirt road, She lights up like a shooting star across the night sky. She stares at the dark complexion of his skin, and his golden brown Hair, and his ocean blue eyes, as he walks up the path lined with white Picked fence. He twirls her around and plants a kiss on her soft pink lips. She Flashes him a smile. She says to her husband: “My, I sure am happy your home” with her rather southern accent. “Me too. Me too.” He says smiling down at her.