In my parallel Universe right now, he just finished developing a roll in the darkroom. Shirtless and sexy and all. Just yesterday he had finished shooting this particular roll in question. The shoot was done in a field of poppies. I was wearing this red summer dress and the Sun had just risen over the Horizon. The sunlight was dancing off softly over the bright red flowers. After a while, The Sun was on my eyes and I could barely keep them open. I was laughed out loudly all this time, as usual, and he was smoking, waiting patiently for the shots he wanted. I kept laughing, jumping and dancing around him. One cig, Two cig, Three cig down. He finally got the right light. Click. Wind. Click. Wind. Click. Wind. Click. Wind. On and on he went, 36 exact times. I had to do nothing. He knew how to make it look beautiful together, the reds and skin in between them all. The final results have turned out spectacular. He is satisfied. And he smiles at himself, feeling proud.
In my parallel universe, my love just finished developing the most beautiful photographs of me.
*somebody pinch me*