His Thoughts

The heat from his body still lingers on the bed even though he’s been out of it for the last 2 minutes. As all his sleeping senses gets back to life, he sat at the edge of the bed, saying a little prayer – thanking God for the new day. He walked slowly into the bathroom, turns on the hot water in the shower, walks out and opens his night clothing – piece by piece.

As the heat from the shower rises, so does the warmth on his cheeks; begging to be recognized in the mirror in front of him. There’s only one thing between him and the rushing water in the shower: his thoughts.

His right hand brushes the side of his face. The look on his face clearly showed fascination – the kind of happiness you express through a facial expression because no words are able to give any fine justice for what the soul felt. All he sees in the mirror is his hair trimmed short, thin eyebrows, bronze eyes, hooked nose, full lips and nothing more. His facial hair starts to show a little. And to him, the hair growth doesn’t bother him today; which usually does. It means so much to cause disturbance to his own eyes this morning.

His thoughts has been bugging him as soon as he was awake, as soon as the brain realizes the activity the body starts to do. His thoughts has been staying eversince they moved in together to his apartment, deciding that it would be a great idea to start living together in a place that he owns shortly after their marriage. And with his thoughts hovering, he wasn’t even sure that it was the right decision to be taking a bath at such an early hour.

All his thoughts revolves around her, the love of his life. Never had he ever been so happy yet distressed at the same time. He was happy that finally she would surrender for the s-word now that they are married – least at the thought of owning someone to himself without any fear of losing. Well maybe except for death, for now. He was distressed at the thought that he would have to provide for whatever need they both might have; for being able to be good-willed enough to be patient with someone who he knows he will be listening to every night just after work. He’s dealt with those listening kind of thing once in his life with his own mother before she left, but that was years ago that it was just a pinch of memory in his mind. Even worse, he was worried if what he’s done will not be good enough to save the life of someone he loves most when time calls for it.

He walks towards the shower, bathe himself in mint scented shampoo and chamomile scented soap and finally let the clean water washes over him. He turned off the hot water and slowly turned the cold water on as the hot water goes off. He closed his eyes, deciding which of the thoughts he’s had should weigh more in his head. He couldn’t decide; but he knows that he’ll just let time proofs it to him.

While he is in the shower, I am holding on what’s left of it in the bed, even though I know it won’t hold the warmth any longer than another minute or two. –red