16-03-2019, 03:26 PM
I patted his shoulders and moved on. I had no energy to climb back the stairs. But I did, I had to.
And I also had to enter the door that nowadays opened silently.
I looked at the watch. 2347 hours. I was getting obsessed with the 24-hour time format.
My time was approaching the zero.
The door was closed and I did not have the keys this time. Should I ring or should I knock? Confused, I shuffled my feet. The door opened and she stood aside. Her face and eyes were enacting the nightmare that I thought I would never see. We both were the protagonists in a drama that never existed, for us. We didn't buy tickets for this Machiavellian comedy of intrigue. A comedy, most cruel.
It was a serious issue for both of us to take the next step. Finally, she asked, "Have you eaten something."
On another day, I would have omitted at least half the menu before mentioning the pulp joint. Today, I simply said, "Yes."
"Will you sleep?"
I looked at her and said blandly, "Okay."
I moved to the bedroom where all the linen had been changed during that short period of my absence.
For the first time in my life, I did not change. I just lay down, head down with my face on my arms.
The lights went out. The darkness engulfed me completely. I had never experienced how heavy darkness could be and how easily this darkness sucked out life. But sleep had its own mechanisms and the tiredness covered my body like a blanket and I descended into a slumber.
I don't know when I came out the stupor, but there was an arm around my back and a face on my outstretched arm. I was dimly aware of my arms being soaked in sweat. I turned my face and saw what I had never seen before. Relentless silent tears flowing from her eyes, drenching my arms.
What was I to do?
Kick her and leave the bed in rage?
Or just lay the way I was!
Or take her in my arms and comfort her the way only I could do.
What was I to do? What?
Tb be continued...
And I also had to enter the door that nowadays opened silently.
I looked at the watch. 2347 hours. I was getting obsessed with the 24-hour time format.
My time was approaching the zero.
The door was closed and I did not have the keys this time. Should I ring or should I knock? Confused, I shuffled my feet. The door opened and she stood aside. Her face and eyes were enacting the nightmare that I thought I would never see. We both were the protagonists in a drama that never existed, for us. We didn't buy tickets for this Machiavellian comedy of intrigue. A comedy, most cruel.
It was a serious issue for both of us to take the next step. Finally, she asked, "Have you eaten something."
On another day, I would have omitted at least half the menu before mentioning the pulp joint. Today, I simply said, "Yes."
"Will you sleep?"
I looked at her and said blandly, "Okay."
I moved to the bedroom where all the linen had been changed during that short period of my absence.
For the first time in my life, I did not change. I just lay down, head down with my face on my arms.
The lights went out. The darkness engulfed me completely. I had never experienced how heavy darkness could be and how easily this darkness sucked out life. But sleep had its own mechanisms and the tiredness covered my body like a blanket and I descended into a slumber.
I don't know when I came out the stupor, but there was an arm around my back and a face on my outstretched arm. I was dimly aware of my arms being soaked in sweat. I turned my face and saw what I had never seen before. Relentless silent tears flowing from her eyes, drenching my arms.
What was I to do?
Kick her and leave the bed in rage?
Or just lay the way I was!
Or take her in my arms and comfort her the way only I could do.
What was I to do? What?
Tb be continued...
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