The alarm clock woke me up at 6 in the morning. I opened my eyes to the smell of freshly made toast and hot coffee with just enough cream and sugar, so that it would be sweet, not bitter. By the time I rolled out of bed Michael had already taken care of the cat and was about to leave for work. He wore a silk green shirt that made his eyes, the color of emerald pools, stand out and look even darker and greener then they usually do. His blond curls were a mess around his head, but when he smiled and those dimples winked at me, just like the sparkles in his eyes, I couldn't say a word. Have you ever looked at someone's face and felt like the whole world is fading away? Felt like it all comes down to this one smile, those eyes, the lips that are soft and sweet like honey? If you have, then you know that when that person walks out of the room, it feels like the lights have suddenly gone dim, that an important part of what you are is missing.
That's how I felt this morning, while sitting near the kitchen table sipping my coffee.
By the time the old cloak on the wall showed 8 am, I'd already run a few errands and was coming back from the nearby store. Miss Picksby, the lady who lives at the end of our street, made an effort to meet me halfway, so that she could take 15 minutes to complain about the weather, her dog Lucky's ungentlemanly habits, and Mr. Picksby (her brother)'s tendency of being late for dinner the last couple of weeks. She expressed the deep concern that her brother might have gotten into an affair. I smiled throughout the whole expose, giving up the hope that I'd be able to sneak in a few words in the conversation early on. Miss Picksby's well famous for 2 things: her cherry-pie and the unnatural speed with which she talks. Alas, she had to go and I was free to get back to my daily list.
First off, some domestic cleaning that took much longer than anticipated and ended up with me wishing that I'd listened to Michael and called in one of the many cheap and efficient carpet cleaning companies that London has to offer. It would have saved me a lot of time and nerves, and would have put me ahead of my own schedule. As it was, I was starting to doubt that I will make it on time to catch a late lunch with Michael in his break. Sigh. There is a reason why cleaning services have been invented, right?
Second thing on my list was performing a basic house cleansing ritual, as I've been feeling a lot of negative energy recently. Michael thinks it's silly and says he doesn't feel a thing, but he's sensitive in other ways. Sometimes I think that he could walk on a needle and would not even notice. Sigh. (There's been a lot of that going on today).
By the time I was finished working around the house, the weather had taken a turn for the worse and dark clouds were hovering in the sky. The distant roar of thunder and the flash of lightning made me stop in my step and take a look out the window. Rain. Cold, autumn rain. Pretty nice to admire with a cup of tea in hand and a good book, while safely tucked under a blanket, but really not what I would have wished for, if I was to go out. Another sigh. Guess the lunch is off, then?
Blessed be.
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