(A Short Story By Christopher M. Collins)
Ah, what a great nights sleep I had that night, dreaming of my love. I can practically feel her soft, creamy, skin at my fingertips now, her long, blonde, hair brushing against my chest like a feather.
I stared at the ceiling, then looked to the woman sleeping beside me. She doesn’t know how she makes me feel and she could never understand. Just sleeping there she could make my blood boil.
I began to get itchy and got out of that bed of hers. Down to the kitchen I went, I might as well make the most of it and get some free coffee before I leave. The beautiful girl played on my mind as I stirred, I could almost see her face in the little brown and white whirlpool. Eventually the colours merged, I looked at the clock, six thirty-eight AM. It was early for me.
Coffee over, I finally got dressed. She was still asleep, no idea, no clue. I had so much fun with her that other day, first I’d felt alive in a long time. Off to the bathroom next to check my hair and wash my face.
That day. That day we met. We laughed so much, her smile was filled with such…Warmth, yes, warmth. We spent the weekend together, got thrown out of a pub for being too ‘rowdy’. I’ve never had so much fun. Afterwards we climbed over a fence, stumbled through some bushes together. The park was so pretty in the moonlight, almost mystical. I sat on the swing and she sat on my lap. We kissed.
This hair gel works wonders, I’d had it on for three days and even washed my hair once. Still going strong.
She wasn’t up until at least half past eleven, came down to find me with my feet up on the couch, she was all wrapped up in her fluffy duvet.
“Couldn’t be bothered to get dressed huh?” I laughed, looking over my shoulder at her.
“Well I was hoping you hadn’t and we could get another round in,” she says, not realising what’s going on, as usual.
I swivelled into a seated position and slipped on my shoes, bending over to tie them.
“I’m afraid I must be going,” I told her. “I just needed to tell you something before I leave.”
She plonked her rear down beside me, still surrounded by her makeshift duvet-cocoon.
“What is it ‘Hunky-Munky’?”
Why did she have to call me that? She’d never done it before, but then she was good at finding ways to annoy me that she hadn’t done before.
“Look” I said, pausing a moment to take in her messy, rat-brown, hair that had been driving me crazy for the past…However long we’d been together. “I just…I’m leaving.”
“I know that silly,” she laughed, oblivious as always. “What time you want to meet up next?”
I stood up, faced her, and I told her when.
“Never, I’ve found someone new, good bye.”
I was amazed I stayed so deadly calm, but had I not she would have had a black eye… Or two.
“Huh?” was all she could say as I picked up my bag and walked out, never to return.
I’ve escaped at last.