You awake by a kiss on your neck.
You stretch yourself out, shoving him away, then catch him and pull to you.
This long kiss could turn any frog to prince.
You hoop the thought about it for a while.
See in your mind the great frog in the bed and shrug.
Half-stretch once more and return to the kiss.
However, your lips do not meet any resistance - he is not there.
What?
How dares he!
You begin visualizing the colours of fire you will put him in.
You close your eyes and see a large pot.
Slowly you fill it with water all the time looking at him.
With mouth plugged with a cucumber, he tries to eat his way out.
You see him twisting away from the pot, and decide to spill the water out.
The beginning of his relaxed smile dies the moment you pour inside the first bottle of oil.
His eyes get open wider and wider and when there is no place to go farther, you put a pot on the fire.
The orange and some blue of the flame are so hypnotic that you forget about him.
You think about yourself.
Maybe this is your fault.
He saw you and ran away!
You broil yourself for being not morning-appealing enough.
You feel the wet is spreading from inside eyes to their lashes.
You begin to think about the place you have put your mobile in order to immediately phone your mother.
Unexpectedly you hear steps.
He suddenly comes into the room with the tray.
You see on it a smoking coffee pot, but other things are still invisible.
When he puts the tray on you belly, you see there a plate with omelette, some cheese, bread and a cup for coffee.
He takes a flower that he tucked into his mouth and tickles with it your nose.
You smile and sneeze.
Then smile once more.
You are a woman after all and it is your due.
It is nice that there are people who remember this.
You enjoy it immensely.
However, after quarter of hour, you see the other side of being woman.
You enter the kitchen where you find the signs of the battle that took place not long ago.
You look on yellow finger signs on the wall and some of yolk on the ceiling (did he try to throw and turn the pan?), you make with your finger a line in the sugar spilled on the table while thinking about the smoke from the toaster.
You hear the entrance door slam.
You understand that he leaved for the work.
Nevertheless, he did not leave you alone.
He leaved you with the dishes.
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Reviewed by 000 000
11/16/2008
I like your view. Sounds like the poor guy was trying to make up for something he did... very cute story.
CarolHawks
You messy dog..... Well, maybe not so bad....after all that love and attention...how can she resist? Cool ending... and honest! So much for love and roses AND a clean kitchen!!! Jack, this is really a nice story...leaves one wondering who it is ... it could be a child, but...then you know it's not....then....the ending is so cute... Plz post this... you will be surprised at the comments/reviews...
lindalaw
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