Ok, I'm out-

I was instantly taken to a comfortable hotel double bed. The shades of gray and white were all over the expensive room, time seemed to stand still and contemplate the grace of my waking up movements. The white cotton curtains swirled with the light wind as the doors for a balcony were open. I got up in a strangely happy mood because of the bright morning sun and walked into the shine of the outside. Chris was there, leaning into the railing and contemplating something right in front of us. A couple of squares away, past the other renaissance buildings, sat still The Eiffel Tower warning me we were in Paris.

I looked at Chris’ completely smoking hot figure, magazine cover body, and realized we were both naked outside, all windows open, for the world to see our glory. For a moment, love was all that mattered in that room. For a moment, I belonged to Chris and he was all mine. I made no noise and walked up to him. As soon as he noticed I was there, he turned to me smiling and we embraced each other, my arms around his lower back and his around mine. Kissing, happy about everything. Nothing could stop us at that moment.

“Did you order breakfast?” He asked softly.

“Yes, your favorite - cold pizza in the morning.” I smiled.

“Remember when we talked about this? About coming to Paris?” He asked me in the middle of the silent ballad we were dancing, naked on the balcony.

“Yes, I do. You said we were only coming here for our honeymoon.” I was all smiles, lost in his embrace.

“Did we get married?”

My head was resting on his shoulders as I thought that not a lot of guys were taller than me, but he was. I fitted right into him. I felt safe in my own skin. Cozy. I opened my eyes in that same position and thought to myself about his question for a second. When did we get married? Where was the ceremony? Did my parents show up? And what about his— parents?

I released myself from the hug and looked at his serious face.

“You have to remember. That’s not you, my love.” He pleaded.

“No— I—” I froze. “How do I know your parents are dead?” I asked him, shocked at my own words.

“Only you know what to do. Just make it stop!”