Please read and enjoy this lovely story by Jackie ❤
The sun peeked through the slates of the closed shutters, glazing the walls of my bedroom with morning light.
I threw back the covers, flew to the window and opened the shutters. To my delight, the city lay blanketed in white, like a cotton field back home. A late snow the weather man later called it.
I waved my arms in the air and danced in my bare feet, “I’m in Paris. I’m in Paris!”
From the corner of my eye I caught a glimpse of a man in an apartment across the street. He shook his head and walked away mumbling to himself.
Who cares; I’m in Paris.
I found my robe and slippers and sauntered into the kitchen, looking for coffee.
The coffee maker looked a lot like my Keurig back home. Then it hit me; I had…
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