It’s warm... January morning sun is peeping out through the silky mauve curtain and splashes on the tiger fur blanket... It’s shining. I give my eyes a tender message so that it can open it little wider.
My ghoshh... Where am I?
It’s a beautiful room, wonderfully decorated. A cozy Bedroom everyone dream for. A 42 inch Plasma TV, three compartment wooden wardrobe, a classic tan polished bed, a two ton Split AC, switched of. No need of AC now. It’s January.
I try to pull my self little up on the bed. It seems that an ice pack is placed on my shoulder… Better stay in side the blanket. Try to figure which place is this. I think it’s my room, which I have rented for 7k per month. But who is the girl beside me. What a beautiful face she has. A smile at the corner of her lips, of her pink puffy lips shows that she must have a good night sleep. She is still in her dream world. I’m looking her closer now. She must be my wife. I can recognize her face. I dream about her. I always want to be with her, love her, make her the happiest woman in the world. She looks happy.
She is wearing a white Shirt. Hey this is my Shirt. I remember, I was wearing that one yesterday night at the party. What was the party for?? Ahhh.. !! Can’t remember. I’m still dozed I guess. The Vodka was too strong. Yes, it was party my friends had thrown to me. On my Promotion. Day before yesterday I assumed the responsibility of the Deputy Manager of the R&D facilities. Am I dreaming..?? It seems so perfect.
Her eyes are still closed. I lower myself to her. Touch her lips with mine. Her lips part and close again in a moment. I can see her strawberry lips making a curvature.
The beautiful coockoo clock at the wall, superbly painted in light teal, ticks in eight. Damn.. I’m late probably. In a jiffy I try to get up from the bed uncovering myself from the blanket when I felt a warm hand hold mine. It’s her. She almost inserts her nails in my upper arms and drags herself up to my shoulder, and without any delay she marks a bite on my ear lobe. A wave of sensation propels through my entire body. Holding me that way she whispered something. Something I die to hear everyday, It’s The magical three word, the dream “It’s Sunday, Honey” !!
My ghoshh... Where am I?
It’s a beautiful room, wonderfully decorated. A cozy Bedroom everyone dream for. A 42 inch Plasma TV, three compartment wooden wardrobe, a classic tan polished bed, a two ton Split AC, switched of. No need of AC now. It’s January.
I try to pull my self little up on the bed. It seems that an ice pack is placed on my shoulder… Better stay in side the blanket. Try to figure which place is this. I think it’s my room, which I have rented for 7k per month. But who is the girl beside me. What a beautiful face she has. A smile at the corner of her lips, of her pink puffy lips shows that she must have a good night sleep. She is still in her dream world. I’m looking her closer now. She must be my wife. I can recognize her face. I dream about her. I always want to be with her, love her, make her the happiest woman in the world. She looks happy.
She is wearing a white Shirt. Hey this is my Shirt. I remember, I was wearing that one yesterday night at the party. What was the party for?? Ahhh.. !! Can’t remember. I’m still dozed I guess. The Vodka was too strong. Yes, it was party my friends had thrown to me. On my Promotion. Day before yesterday I assumed the responsibility of the Deputy Manager of the R&D facilities. Am I dreaming..?? It seems so perfect.
Her eyes are still closed. I lower myself to her. Touch her lips with mine. Her lips part and close again in a moment. I can see her strawberry lips making a curvature.
The beautiful coockoo clock at the wall, superbly painted in light teal, ticks in eight. Damn.. I’m late probably. In a jiffy I try to get up from the bed uncovering myself from the blanket when I felt a warm hand hold mine. It’s her. She almost inserts her nails in my upper arms and drags herself up to my shoulder, and without any delay she marks a bite on my ear lobe. A wave of sensation propels through my entire body. Holding me that way she whispered something. Something I die to hear everyday, It’s The magical three word, the dream “It’s Sunday, Honey” !!
