Eyes can hardly stay wide open anymore. Even though hunger does not disturb me, this wait is too tiring and too long.
I wanted to tell him then and there, but was so dumbstruck. And that I have prepared a ton times now, he is making me wait longer and longer.
I will say him directly, or may be apologize first. It’s so uncertain about his coming, that my anxiety grows like my nails never do, super fast, but heavy on my heart.
…..(after some time, wakes up suddenly)
Ahh! Sleepy bear; always falling on the pillow. (Sees him coming from the kitchen)
Oh! He is here already. What a joke I have made of myself. What do I do now? He must be thinking I am so lazy and stupid to fall asleep just before noon.
(He comes and sits by her. Nobody speaks for some long time)
I wish he could understand my silence. It’s so awkward now that he is here to start saying anything.
(He rests his head back on the cushion, closes his eyes for half minute)
His smell. Just his smell, and I could live on this couch my whole life. He looks so peaceful. As though this couch is right in the middle of some serene sea.
(Drops her head on his shoulders; dugs her nose into his neck)
He doesn’t open his eyes. I can feel he will not open his eyes. He has already seen me, my smile, and my shut eyes. He is the smartest, I know he knows it.
He finally reads my silence. I may now die in this dream.