I need to
wipe that stain. Where my compact blush smashed on the white tiled floor last
night
I’m too warm
and comfortable to crawl out of bed, my sheets are layers of love, my body tender
and brooding
The dark pink
stain on the gleaming white tiles, the sunlight steels a glimpse through the
blinds and the dark pink stain shimmers
My cat jumps
on my little desk, pushes my pencils and papers to the floor. A crash! I call
him to me, another layer of love, a purring delight
There are
e-mails, WhatsApp posts and feelings to attend to
There are
memories, disappointments and a lot of laundry
There’s the important
question of what to cook for lunch today?
And there’s
the stain, the dark pink stain where my compact smashed, in my haste to
leave the house last night. The familiar disappointment, a heavy sick feeling
in my gut. Another boring date, another stupid man with nothing to offer.
