Joe and Dianne: Life away from you

You and Mykonos....(part 2)

Narrator's POV:

As she allowed her eyes to adjust to the natural light that was streaming through the windows of their room, bouncing carelessly across the minimalist white walls and matching bedding that her and Joe were still wrapped up cosily in, despite the gloriously hot weather outside, Dianne couldn't help but smile at how she had woken up. The soft crinkles of the fresh sheets below her, its smoothness joining onto the bare flesh of her back from where her top had ridden up in the throws of a deep slumber. The gap slit in between the two curtains allowing in the welcome brightness of a new day, giving her a glimpse of the luscious blue waves that barely 12 hours ago, she had found herself pondering over like a lost child. But most importantly to Dianne in her sleepy state, the feeling of her head rested gently on the strong shoulder of her boyfriend - his arm wrapped protectively around her in the same way it was when they fell asleep last night - gave Dianne a feeling she had become accustomed too. A feeling of belonging. A feeling of safety. A feeling of protection from the seat belt like arm that she knew would always be around her. A feeling that had instantly put a smile onto her face, from the very moment that she had awoken. But despite enjoying the feeling she had allowed herself to revel in whilst Joe slept soundly, and knowing that it would be there again tomorrow, Dianne slid out of Joe's grip and headed into the adjoining room. Careful to remain as quiet as she could, as she made herself a coffee using the high tech, and mildly confusing machine perched on the counter along with enough pods to last even her an entire week, let alone anyone else.

Coffee made, and Joe still asleep - soft snores and murmurs escaping his lips from time to time, making Dianne smile as she tried to envision the dream that he was most definitely having, knowing all to well that when he woke up, it was likely to be the first thing he would tell her about - Dianne made her way outside, gently sliding the large glass door, instantly feeling the full nourishing effect of the wind cooling her down from the summer sun that was already high enough in the sky to burn even the most protected skin. As she sat in the corner of the L shaped seating arrangement to the corner of their balcony, Dianne once again found herself zoning out as she looked at the waves crashing elegantly onto the rocky shores of the island. Yet unlike she found her mind wondering onto the idea of her loving family yesterday afternoon, Dianne quickly found her eyes settling onto a large Norwegian cruise ship that had obviously docked in last night, causing her to fixate on her career.

Since the age of 7 all Dianne had ever wanted to be was a professional dancer. And now that she had made it into the elite club of professional performers, her life was far better than she - or anyone else who grew up with her - had ever imagined it would be. From an early age, she was always hinted at by teachers, friends and even her own parents, that she was never destined to amount to anything overly special. She always struggled in school, no matter the lesson - unless it was PE or chemistry that she weirdly took a shining to quite quickly - and was almost always the girl that got picked on for being different. As a child, her parents and brothers had taught her very quickly to embrace her quirky side. And although that life long lesson had paid off in the long run, when she was at Bunbury county college at the age of 10 that lesson had a real downside that took the form of bitchy girls and irritating boys in her class who always felt the need to take the piss out of her. And although Dianne had a good group of friends by her side who loved her quirkiness along with their own, that was the one place where all her major insecurities routed from. And still to this day, Dianne hated things about her which she first took notice of because of what those girls and boys said to her almost 20 years ago. Hating the fact that she was still so much shorter than most of her friends, hating that she couldn't always understand the conversation going on in a room, hating the fact that she never fully realised that a lot of inside jokes at school were about her. It was all little things. Little things that stick with you and effect you until you die.