As soon as we moved into an apartment on the ground floor, the elves immediately appeared in the garden. They mostly lived in rose bushes. At least that was what we knew about them for sure.
To my surprise, the apartment’s wallpaper, on which the flowers were painted, gave off a refreshing smell in the mornings, and sleepy sweet one in the evenings.
I remember that night when I handed him my diary that was half covered in my handwriting. He received it with incredible willingness to read and with joy on his face. After pondering over it a bit, nodding approvingly and smiling, he drew a fluffy ginger cat on the very last page. I watched over his shoulder as the drawing easily appeared on the paper from under his hand. I was surprised that he knew I liked cats. Moreover, he knew exactly what kind of cats I liked the most.
At that moment, it seemed to me that he was reading my mind. These riddles and my reflections did not last long. I was faced with several more circumstances, which again hinted to me a thought that, yes, he truly read my mind. By then I should have blushed, but I was already too happy and accepted it as it was.
When in the morning he touched my hand, goose bumps ran through my body. He said that when our eyes met, he found in my eyes such things that he was ready to write thirty-five new fairy tales a day. Despite the fact that it was spring and the weather was warm, shiny pink snowflakes began to fly back and forth in the air. We continued to drink still cool cucumber tea, smiling to each other.
However, some time later unexpectedly he asked me, “What are you missing?”
I remember at that moment I thought well and said, “More kisses.” His fingers slid down my cheekbones and then he confidently kissed me. Then he kissed me again… and again.
On my birthday by the evening, a fluffy ginger cat with a blue bow, which clearly emphasized the color of its eyes, began to walk around the apartment.