It must be him.
I knew he would come back today but didn’t expect it to be this early in the morning.
He was knocking again, seemed impatient, wanted to get in right away.
I’m still sleepy, and my body feels stiff to move because of the cold morning air. So, I left him waiting outside for some seconds.
“I am back.”
I got out of bed, walked to the door, and unlocked it. The air coming through the door penetrated the room as soon as I opened it.
I walked back to the bed and kept my eyes closed as he rushed in.
When I was about to fall asleep, he shocked me with another loud voice he made.
I felt disturbed.
“You banged on the door so hard earlier, and now you’re making another noise. What’s happened? You have messed up my sleep.” I grumbled with my eyes still closed.
“The windows were difficult to be opened,” he said, sliding the panel.
I covered my body with a blanket and tried to go back to sleep.
I heard no more sounds, and I could tell he went to the kitchen.
Are you spending all day in front of the computer again? He said as he appeared to me.
I was not in a good mood to give a response. So, I said nothing.
“I brought food for you.”
I heard the sound of objects colliding with the table. He stored the food on a plate, I bet.
But it doesn’t bother me to open my eyes.
I stayed up late the night before, so I did not want to get up early as my head felt dizzy because of a lack of sleep.
He lay down and hugged me from behind my back.
“There will be a spice festival on the 24th.”
What date is today? I asked sleepily.
22, he said while looking for a comfortable position to cuddle me.
“Are we going there?” I asked.
“You have to go to the crowd once in a while,” he said.
He let go of his cuddle, then moved towards the other side, facing my face.
“Your face is very oily,” he said, rubbing my cheek.
“It’s called glowing skin,” I said, teasing him. My eyes closed still.
I heard his laugh. Then he took my hand and put it on his cheek.
“Mine is the real glowing face,” he said. I said nothing.
I touched his cheek with the palm of my hand with eyes closed. The softness of his skin flowed like a warmth creeping through my hands to my body.
“The festival sounded interesting to me,” I said.
A quick kiss landed on my lips.
The sudden touch of his index finger that rounding my lips startled me.
“Let me back to sleep,” I said while getting rid of his finger from my lips.
“I have to go again now; please get up.”
“I am still sleepy.”
The sun has been shining outside; come on, get up.
“Alright then, I get up.” I said, opening my eyes.
“I’ll be back in the late afternoon tomorrow, and we’ll go to the festival the day after tomorrow,” he explained.
“I would be happy to go, I guess.”
“That’s great. Take a shower and make yourself smell good before I get home tomorrow, then.”
I wrinkled my nose at him and then left him to the kitchen.