prelude to love...in the making
It was raining. Hard. Dark...bitter...drops of solitude... The house looked empty...she did her best to decorate in lively, warm colors, but they all seemed grey and sterile now. She always dreamed of the day when she could crawl up on one of those comfortable lounge chairs with a good book and pass the rain away, deeply captured by the well-written, beautifully crafted words.
But she didn't have the chair...she never found the right book...and the rain was overwhelming.
If he was here...the colors would be different....
If he was here...the rain would probably fall from the ground upwards...
If he was here...
The IF put it all into a different perspective...If he was there...they would probably fight because of her lousy mood, because she had probably planned to go out and the rain was keeping her in and keeping her cranky. The fact that he was not there, made his absence bitter and his presence sweet.. . If confronted with the alternate reality, she might have thought about the situation differently. Never before was there such a large room for waiting in her heart. before him, all the compartments of her heart were carefully divided and planned out - she had one room for toys and childhood memories, one room for family, one room for playing games - that she rarely opened, one room for music - that was a in fact a large amphitheater with lovely acoustics, there was a little closet for books and a large hallway for her job.
But along came he...He had no room in her heart ...at least none that she had planned out. Her house was quite complete before he came. The nerve of this guy though...to simply move in and make room for himself in every other room she had!!! He brought along a small suitcase, but left his clothes and belongings lying around everywhere (you know as guys do...waiting for their girlfriends to pick up after them).
...Soon she became infatuated with his smell, bewildered by his presence, fascinated by the trail of cigarette smoke he left behind. Make no mistake: this was not planned! And she was a pretty organized person! She never intended to open the door to her heart for him this way...but he sneaked in when it was left ajar and refused to leave ever since. And I guess...in the end...she didn't put up much struggle to fight this invasion...her heart was getting to look like a giant, empty mansion and she was sick of the noise the wind made when it passed through the doors and corridors. But from a wind-breaker to a constant-heart-shepard...there was a quite stretch.
She wallowed in self pity some more staring at the drops of rain hit the window, then she pulled the curtains down. She wanted to watch some Tv but she knew there was nothing on. Time was endless...she didn't know what to do with it. Finally she fell asleep holding a book she had just read two sentences from.
Another eternity later, a voice woke her up. It was him, standing in the doorway, holding a large paper bag, soaked and dripping water all over the front door carpet. ..."Honey...the supermarket was closed...so I had to get as far as the gas station to buy all that stuff!".
She smiled and went to take the bag away from him...as she reached closer to him she gave him a strong, long hug as if the world ended tomorrow and this would be her last human contact. Then she smirked and headed for the kitchen saying...
"Take your shoes and coat off, you're messing up the floor!"
Labels: intro- bee-spection, smthin' different
posted by albeenah @ 8:30 AM
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