Drift's ending

Like Sleeping Beauty, his kiss had awoken me.  In that fierce moment, not all, but some of my lost memories came flooding back and I knew I couldn't let him go.

Chasing after him, into the street, my bunny head slippers nodded a positive yes and my blue dressing gown kept out the January cold. 

"Sam!"  I yelled. 

He stopped, his back still towards me and his hands buried deep in his pockets.   

 "Please Sam... I do want to go out with you."   His kiss could help me remember the missing months.  Sam could make me whole.  This felt right.