Tuscan Morning
Fiction Friday
The window stood wide open and bright morning sun fell in broad stripes across the tiny room. The smell of coffee and fresh pastries floated in on a gentle breeze. Slowly opening her eyes, Jessica was greeted by gauzy curtains fluttering a cheerful “good morning.”
Swinging her legs off the bed and placing both feet on the cool tile floor, she stretched her arms toward the ceiling, feeling her spine pop and crack back into place. Noticing the billowing curtains, she whispered “Good morning to you, too!”
From her side of the bed, Jess could see the rooftops of neighboring buildings. The view was truly amazing, it was one of the reasons she’d picked this villa and this room, in particular.
With low peaked roofs, the tall stucco houses formed a jagged terrain with their terracotta roof tiles laying in straight lines, looking like freshly plowed fields. Over the past few days, Jess had only seen a few cars, another reason this village was appealing. Bicycles and scooters fit with the slow pace in this part of Italy.
Usually, she hopped right out of bed. But today, she was enjoying an unhurried morning, waking up in a bed that looked like a storm-tossed sea of white sheets and pillows. Sitting here in the quiet, her mind went to last night, playing it out bit by bit. She closed her eyes…
