ugh the window, and blind me. I try to get up; my body’s aching. I pull the sheets over my head to cover my face, and I curl up. The bed is cold.
The place where he usually lies is empty.
Has he left already, like that, without a kiss goodbye? I close my eyes and I tell myself: “Just breathe, breathe!” But I have to go to work so I gather the courage to get up. I wander like a drunk man around the apartment and it’s like my feet are not touching the ground. It is true, he’s already gone... unless he never came back home last night. No, it can’t be.
Strangely, I can’t remember last night, though. I mechanically walk towards the bathroom. My head is pounding. I’m in the bathroom, over the sink, with my eyes half closed. I don’t want to look in the mirror; I must look awful. I turn the knobs for cold water and slowly bend over to wash my face. I take the water into my hands, pour it over my face. Refreshing.
But… “Am I late? What time is it?” I tell myself. I think I’m awake, but somehow, despite my efforts at coordinating my movements, I’m moving in slow motion and everything around seems surreal. But wait, there’s noise. It’s the front door opening, closing. It’s Him. It has to be. Am I dreaming? I’m confused. The face still wet, I walk out of the bathroom and finally, He’s here, staring at me smilingly. But then, he immediately looks worried.
“Honey, you’re awake already? I wanted to surprise you,” he says.
He’s wearing an earth-color tunique-style shirt and blue jeans. The shirt is buttoned at the top, allowing me a subtle view of his chest. He looks incredible. I feel so lucky to have found the love of my life. But, all of a sudden, I feel dizzy. I can’t be attractive and it annoys me a little.
“A surprise? What is it? Don’t you have to work today?” I reply stiffly.
I clumsily try to arrange my hair and I smile nervously. I walk towards Him, and Him towards me. I notice that he’s carrying bags. His lips come to meet mine. At this very moment, I love him more than I ever did and my entire being belongs to Him. It scares me; can a love like the one we feel last? It never does, doesn’t it? Finding out that he was not by my side this morning, something inside of me was worried that I would never see him again. I’m probably just over-dramatic but I can’t help but feeling a poignant pain in my chest.
My head is spinning.
- “Hey, what’s wrong?” He catches me, preventing me from fainting. “You’re burning!” says He, abruptly dropping the bags on the floor.
- “No, no, I’m ok. Just a little migraine! I’ll be fine”
- “Come, come to bed. You need to rest…”
Each step toward the room becomes heavier. I can see he’s talking to me, but I can’t discern what words come out of his mouth. I smile and say, to reassure him, “Don’t … don’t worry. I’m … euh… I’m just exhausted from work.”
We reach the bed and he helps me lie down.
“Can you stay next to me until I fall asleep, … please? I just need you… just hold me until I fall asleep.”
The place where he usually lies is empty.
Has he left already, like that, without a kiss goodbye? I close my eyes and I tell myself: “Just breathe, breathe!” But I have to go to work so I gather the courage to get up. I wander like a drunk man around the apartment and it’s like my feet are not touching the ground. It is true, he’s already gone... unless he never came back home last night. No, it can’t be.
Strangely, I can’t remember last night, though. I mechanically walk towards the bathroom. My head is pounding. I’m in the bathroom, over the sink, with my eyes half closed. I don’t want to look in the mirror; I must look awful. I turn the knobs for cold water and slowly bend over to wash my face. I take the water into my hands, pour it over my face. Refreshing.
But… “Am I late? What time is it?” I tell myself. I think I’m awake, but somehow, despite my efforts at coordinating my movements, I’m moving in slow motion and everything around seems surreal. But wait, there’s noise. It’s the front door opening, closing. It’s Him. It has to be. Am I dreaming? I’m confused. The face still wet, I walk out of the bathroom and finally, He’s here, staring at me smilingly. But then, he immediately looks worried.
“Honey, you’re awake already? I wanted to surprise you,” he says.
He’s wearing an earth-color tunique-style shirt and blue jeans. The shirt is buttoned at the top, allowing me a subtle view of his chest. He looks incredible. I feel so lucky to have found the love of my life. But, all of a sudden, I feel dizzy. I can’t be attractive and it annoys me a little.
“A surprise? What is it? Don’t you have to work today?” I reply stiffly.
I clumsily try to arrange my hair and I smile nervously. I walk towards Him, and Him towards me. I notice that he’s carrying bags. His lips come to meet mine. At this very moment, I love him more than I ever did and my entire being belongs to Him. It scares me; can a love like the one we feel last? It never does, doesn’t it? Finding out that he was not by my side this morning, something inside of me was worried that I would never see him again. I’m probably just over-dramatic but I can’t help but feeling a poignant pain in my chest.
My head is spinning.
- “Hey, what’s wrong?” He catches me, preventing me from fainting. “You’re burning!” says He, abruptly dropping the bags on the floor.
- “No, no, I’m ok. Just a little migraine! I’ll be fine”
- “Come, come to bed. You need to rest…”
Each step toward the room becomes heavier. I can see he’s talking to me, but I can’t discern what words come out of his mouth. I smile and say, to reassure him, “Don’t … don’t worry. I’m … euh… I’m just exhausted from work.”
We reach the bed and he helps me lie down.
“Can you stay next to me until I fall asleep, … please? I just need you… just hold me until I fall asleep.”
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