It's a cool summer's day, though the heat should bake a man alive, it's cool and ever so cumbersome with clouds. I'm laying on the couch as I listlessly drift in my imagination. A kitchen sits forever across from the living room where a woman work s to prepare a meal that will best her last.
Delilah is her name, her beautiful brown hair sits nested upon her shoulders as it is enhanced by her green eyes. Her makeup is part of her daily routine, it shows a part of her craft that she carries with her, though I think she looks so amazing even without it. Her name is of a flower so graceful, so fragile yet able to grow in any condition she chooses.
I move my legs to the floor as I find my bearings, standing up and stretching. One foot follows the other as I make my way towards my goal, her. As I creep upon her, I shallowly breath to hide my presence. Taking her by the hips I bite her neck. In response she whines before swinging around, spatula in hand, slapping me across my face with the bottom of the plastic utensil. As Delilah's eyes find me, she gasps. Her gasps quickly turn into anger as she remarks "i told you not to sneak up on me"
"I can't help it, you look so tasty. Isn't it a man's right to take a bite of his wife?" I chime.
A ring lays upon her fingers, a diamond larger than i could afford, however i would never tell her how much it really cost. Her nails unpainted, her hands lightly calloused from the work I should've been there to do. A smile grows on her face as I move closer, resting my hands on her hips, I kiss her as she wraps her arms around my shoulders.
She leans in past my lips and whispers in my ear "do you remember why i said not to sneak up on me?"
A chill runs down my spine as I can feel her move herself back from me, placing her hand on my shoulder, grip tightening as I can feel my life flash before my eyes. My wife was a competitive woman, she trained her whole life in many different martial arts. As I remember this key fact all I can think about is "is this it? Is this where I die? No, I refuse. I won't let this be my burial ground!" I guard my body and face as I feel her foreshadow an attack.
Delilah with her hand on my shoulder moves it toward the nape of my neck, promptly placing her leg behind mine and her hips pressed into mine, she flips me over her as I come crashing into my place of eternal rest. She sits on top of me looking me in my eyes as I fade in and out of consciousness. She leans in close to me, resting her body on mine. I wrap my arms around her, kissing her on the forehead. She stands up and moves towards the stove as she continues to cook dinner. "Foods ready" she yells out in a happy tone as she fixes both of us a plate, setting them down on a table that is towards the right of the living room.
Stars fly by as I dizziedly stand myself up, haphazardly stumbling towards my chair. Sitting down I can feel the warm heat steaming from the food. We give thanks and I dig into my delicious meal.
Not even three bites in Delilah begins her evening questionnaire "so how does it taste?"
I respond in kind "delicious honey, thank you so much for cooking"
Another question follows in pursuit "does it need anything?"
"Hm, i think its missing some sugar" i reply
"What kind of sugar?" she says in a flirtatious voice
"Your kind" i answer
We sit side by side, so it's not hard to look over and interlock lips. It's cringey and somewhat lame to say such embarrassing things. So why does it feel so good to say it? To say something corny and heartfelt and not be turned down. To do your best to see her smile and continue day in, day out. After dinner is finished and more jokes are made we wash up and sit down on the couch to share a nice film together. I open the door and take a few blankets to wrap up my couch potato. Then I grab her nail polish and ask "So what color do you want?"
"Well the red is nice, the white is very chique. What do you think?" she responds
"I can do both if you want?" i question
She lays her hand on my thigh "lets see it" she answers
The night drifts on as the tv plays and I paint her nails ever so gently. I lay down a coat of red then a stripe of white towards the tips. I love to pamper her every need and take care of her as she has taken care of me. I murmur out "thank you so much for marrying me"
A smile grows on her face before saying "your the only man that felt right to be with, i plan on spending my life with you"
I kiss her hand and begin working on her other hand. I feel complete when I'm with her. I feel trusted, cherished, and most importantly I feel like no matter what I will always love her and she will always love me. Our hearts intertwined and beating for one another. Days like this are meant to last forever.
It's getting late and i have work tomorrow, her nails are finished so i kiss my potato again and again before heading off to our bed. Morning comes and I find myself waking up with her next to me, snoring and yet she still looks beautiful.
As I walk to work a flock of birds take off from a street lamp, black feathers falling down as a crow lays dead twitching in an alley. The poor bird is left forgotten as I am unable to make time, rushing to my job.
It's boring at the office as it always is, all I can think about is getting home to my wife. My coworker comes up to me, a lady shorter in stature, I look at her without even a hint of gleam in my eyes as she says to me "they want you at the front, apparently someone is looking for you"
I make my way downstairs to the front desk and ask for the person looking for me. They're in the conference room so I made my way there. I see her before opening the door through the window. After opening the door I'm greeted by a lady sitting at the chair on the end of the table, a screen behind her, she's wearing a black suit and tinted glasses with silver lining them. Her hair is platinum blonde strands fall upon her silver necklace. Her rings gleam on her hands with her red painted nails.
She beckons me "do you know why i came to see you, jesse?"
I walk over to her and sit in a chair across from her at the other end of the table.
"No? mrs?" I answer
She responds sharply "Mrs angelica, im here because you have something I want. Now, in the coming days, I think you should be careful. The weather's nice, yet it looks like a storm is beginning to form"
I find her rudeness annoying so i say my goodbyes and leave, before i could exit the door she calls out "be careful, jesse"
In the corner of my eye through the window I see the screen turn on beaming light fills the room as she's gone. My stride doesn't falter seeing as she probably already made her way towards the door.
Work finally over so I quickly head home, bursting through the door to my adoring wife. She lays on the couch watching tv as she opens her arms as if to say come to me, and so I do. I fall into her arms her warmth and gentle embrace giving eachother energy for another day.