Civil War Transcendence, part 386

 

Daphne and I were sequestered in an upstairs bedroom. In fact, it was the one in which I had recovered so miraculously after the Yanks attacked us here at Ferry Hill.

After all our possessions were stacked in a neat pile next to the room’s armoire, our door was closed. We were alone at last. Daphne rushed into my arms, and we held each other for a very long time. I started gently turning her from side to side, as if rocking a baby. Before long she went to sleep in my arms.

Picking her up, I carried to our bed and laid her down. She hardly stirred when I took off her outer layer of clothing, including her corset, and put her under the covers in her undergarments. By the time I had undressed and got in the bed, she was snoring softly. I entered the Land of Nod as soon as my head hit the pillow.

Bright sunshine and twittering birds greeted us as we both stirred and opened our eyes to a new day. I stretched and yawned. Turning to look at my darling wife, I beheld a body almost completely covered in bed blankets and sheets positioned on her side facing me with only a nose and chin visible.

I leaned toward her and kissed her nose, which brought a giggle from the mysterious bundle lying beside me.

Daphne pulled the covers from her head, and peaking at me with one eye open and the other closed, said, “Thanks for undressing me last night. I was so exhausted I must have passed out.”

“My pleasure,” I replied, which brought another giggle from the raven-haired beauty.

She yawned, stretched and remarked, “Well, I guess we should make an appearance to our hostess.”

I replied, “Not quite yet,” and inched closer to this desirable Aphrodite.

She giggled and said, “Well, alright. I guess we can be a little late.”

Needless to say we didn’t make it downstairs until sometime later.

When we finally walked into the dining room, Mrs. Douglas chided, “Well, it’s about time ya sleepyheads came down to breakfast. I’m afraid it’s cold, but we can heat it up if’n ya want.”

Daphne and I grinned from ear to ear. Then Daphne said, “Sorry we’re late coming down. We had some important things to talk over.”

I was about to laugh, when Daphne pinched me rather hard to keep me quiet.

Daphne continued, “Don’t make a fuss over us. We can eat what’s already cooked, whether cold or hot.”

Mrs. Douglas looked at the covered dishes on the table and informed us, “Well, we got cold eggs, cold biscuits, cold bacon and hot coffee. Which do ya want?”

“I’ll take all three,” I decreed.

This brought a laugh from Mrs. Douglas, who yelled, “Katie, bring a pot of coffee for the Hagers.”

Immediately, we heard from the kitchen, “Yes ‘am.”

Mrs. Douglas’ words, “the Hagers”, seemed to jolt me for a moment. I turned to Daphne, and she turned to stare at me. We both were moved by the fact that we were now, the Hagers. She smiled broadly and I grinned from ear to ear. It was all I could do to keep from sweeping her off her feet and kissing her incessantly.

Mrs. Douglas must have sensed the bond that had suddenly been further strengthened and the possible physical reactions that could ensue because she quickly stated, “Ah, Daphne, why don’t ya come sit next to me on my left, and Mr. Hager, why don’t ya sit on my right so we can discuss what y’all are gonna do in the near future?”

Mrs. Douglas’ suggestions were both prudent and wise, because our ardor was cooled as we took our seats in the dining room.

Advertisements

About Civil War Reflections

Vernon has been a Civil War buff since childhood, but had been inactive in Civil War history for over two decades. However, in the early 1990s his interest was rekindled after watching Ken Burns’ “Civil War Documentary” on PBS. He particularly became interested in the Battle of Antietam (Sharpsburg) and decided to learn more about this epic struggle.
This entry was posted in Time Travel. Bookmark the permalink.

Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out /  Change )

Google+ photo

You are commenting using your Google+ account. Log Out /  Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out /  Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out /  Change )

w

Connecting to %s