Reunion

I was about to go to bed when she finally knocked on my door. Resting her bicycle against the bricks of the house, I invited her in for some warm tea. She held it closely with both hands, watching the steam rise, putting it down only once her finger tips began to burn. We sat in silence, reading each other's faces, nodding and smiling. Soon the tea had cooled enough to allow her to sip it loudly, giggling after each slurp. I let out a deep sigh, attempting to form a sentence. Nothing came to mind. All I could do is look at her and remember the times we've shared. She hasn't changed a bit. Her hair still wrapped in a bandanna, and the moment she walked into the house, I could smell... vanilla. The tea was gone, and I could see her trying to get comfortable and warm. I nodded in the direction of the stairs and she flashed me a defeated grin, letting me walk her to my room. As soon as I laid down next to her, she scooted over and rested her head on my chest. By the time I pulled the blanket over her, she was asleep. Still speechless, I picked up my phone with my free hand and began to type. "I was about to go to bed when she finally knocked..."