It didn't matter how many times her internal dialogue pulled her down, she knew that no matter what happened she would be greeted with a "Good Morning Beautiful" and was all she needed to know. That he found her beautiful. She marvelled at that fact more than he knew.
He was a bear, not roaring and grumpy but soft and gentle. He gave the best hugs. She could lose herself in his chest. He inhaled her when he kissed her. His eyes soft and the deepest of brown.
He focussed solely on her, on making her life better, more enjoyable, more fun. Always a moment from a laugh. Usually with a effeminate voice, or an impromptu theatrical rendition of some sort of show tune.
She smiled when she thought of him- that was often. He was so thoughtful and kind, more than anyone she knew.
He noticed things.
The way he knew how to make her Earl Grey tea, that he bought her a vegan wrap, or her favourite crisps, or if she hadn't had enough water to drink (which was often).
When they connected they went to that other place. The place with no name where time can and does bend. Where they became one and nothing else mattered.
No one else mattered. Only him. Her bear.
Wednesday 24 July 2019
Wednesday 12 June 2019
Sleep to Dream
When she closed her eyes she imagined he was there, inches from her face where he had been for the past 6 days. She opened her eyes and he was not there. He was a million miles away sleeping in a bed that was not hers.
She more than missed him. It was physical, a connection so deep and so fast and so connected no man would ever be able to untangle her from him. And nor would she want him to. She continued to ache. An addiction for which he was the only drug.
"When you know, you know". She knew. She knew this man was unlike any man she had ever met before. He could look into her eyes and read her soul. She could connect with his spirit and know his past.
They had waited their whole lives for such a time as this. And here it was- presented front and centre. Stick or Twist? Neither wanted their past, in each other they could see a future that moved at light speed but the promised pay off was attractive. When life finds a groove or a rut, one might be fooled into thinking it will only ever follow the same course, yet how foolish those thoughts can be. There will always come a time of uprising. Shaking off the old and beginning a new thing.
He was new. They finished each others sentences and simultaneously waited to wake up. But they were awake.
The trick will be not to fall asleep.
She more than missed him. It was physical, a connection so deep and so fast and so connected no man would ever be able to untangle her from him. And nor would she want him to. She continued to ache. An addiction for which he was the only drug.
"When you know, you know". She knew. She knew this man was unlike any man she had ever met before. He could look into her eyes and read her soul. She could connect with his spirit and know his past.
They had waited their whole lives for such a time as this. And here it was- presented front and centre. Stick or Twist? Neither wanted their past, in each other they could see a future that moved at light speed but the promised pay off was attractive. When life finds a groove or a rut, one might be fooled into thinking it will only ever follow the same course, yet how foolish those thoughts can be. There will always come a time of uprising. Shaking off the old and beginning a new thing.
He was new. They finished each others sentences and simultaneously waited to wake up. But they were awake.
The trick will be not to fall asleep.
Never trust blue food....or egg custards.
I'm really tired and I want to go to bed, mostly because I've eaten several Poppadoms, a fair amount of lime pickle, a chicken Dhansak with Pilau rice and half a Peshwari Naan.
It was good.
So, because I havent had any deep mullings recently, I'll indulge you with this one from yesterday:
Never trust blue food.
Or egg custards. Anything that encases itself in pastry and sinks in the middle can’t be right.
The alluring brown bit in the middle tries to lull you into a false sense of security- disguising what is, in essence, an egg based savoury jelly by using the brown bit to make itself look as endearing as cappuccino sprinkles. Nasty.
Blue food is rarely what it says on the tin. Blueberries are purple, they are not blue. Blue Jello by any stretch of the imagination does not sit well with anything else in the world that is edible- even other none-blue jello.
In conclusion; never ever trust blue food.
And so to bed
XX
It was good.
So, because I havent had any deep mullings recently, I'll indulge you with this one from yesterday:
Never trust blue food.
Or egg custards. Anything that encases itself in pastry and sinks in the middle can’t be right.
The alluring brown bit in the middle tries to lull you into a false sense of security- disguising what is, in essence, an egg based savoury jelly by using the brown bit to make itself look as endearing as cappuccino sprinkles. Nasty.
Blue food is rarely what it says on the tin. Blueberries are purple, they are not blue. Blue Jello by any stretch of the imagination does not sit well with anything else in the world that is edible- even other none-blue jello.
In conclusion; never ever trust blue food.And so to bed
XX
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