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.
Wednesday 12 June 2019
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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