Friday, February 5, 2016

Sneezy and lazy afternoons

All day I had been wandering around, doing boring stuff, when all I wanted to do was to relax in a coach with a cup of earl grey tea in my hands, reading what my favourite writer had written, I mean you. 

After all I think I deserved a few days of peace, especially when I think about the mental and emotional anguish I had been suffering from. Now as I have a little free time I found myself two chairs and sat down, with my legs spread to the second  chair my back leaning towards the window where you like standing and making me laugh. It is freezing in this room. Memories keep rushing back, what once was a few drops from a tiny hole turned into a stream from a dam falling apart. How long has it been since we stood side by side, days, seconds, years...

Do you remember when I was sick and you put relaxing music on to make me calm down. Or when we bursted into laughter from stupid scenes from stupid movies I recall you sharing your noodles with me, or the happy face you made when you saw your cup of coffee in my hand which I made for you. Do you remember every each detail as I do?
Today I allowed myself to dream a little. Nothing too detailed, just a couch,  maybe a blanket (for me of course, you never need one) you and me. We might just sit together, or watch something or eat or drink or talk or sleep or snore I don't care. I only want to spend time together that's all. 

Did I mention that I am an awfully quiet person. Could sit and stay quiet for hours minding my own business. I am not a cat person, I am a two legged cat. I like comfy places, good company, good food. I don't let anyone near me unless I really want to. With you I never had the chance. Never could hold you back, even when you made me mad. Never wanted to anyway.  How can you block a part of you, it's impossible. See that's what I think of you. You are a part of me since you stepped into my life , and I have no complaints. Thank you for your presence, you made me whole...

If I survive this flu I could write some more, yours truly...
Sneezy

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