Oh no, it’s one o’clock
I even penciled in the time-in my head
I’m sure minutes disappear without asking me
I’m here now.
Officially, it’s 1:04
My heart is trampolining into my chest wall, sassing me for tardiness
“My sincere apologies”
She gazed at me warmly, unfussed
“Take a seat”
The black leather yielded under my weight
Ahhh, a new space, finally
The familiar scent of everyday, was gone-for now
A slight adjustment, and I slipped forward into the leather
The nape of my neck, cradled comfortably by its head rest
Omnipresent bottles, blue, white, yellow, silver, sat staring at me from a higher place, in relaxed silence.
-Relax, it is what it is
She was here
It was my turn now
Eagerly I entered her room
Keys, wallet, phone, goodbye-you have no place in here
Strappy shoes fell loosely to the floor
Thump-did you hear that?-wooden floor boards barked their presence
Tip toes toward her, ohhh it’s cool underneath
My breath was a megaphone, my mind a glass ocean with infinite horizons
This moment, was my moment-please stay for a while
Warmth, tranquility, peace, gratitude, welcomed me to the table
My gaze, originally upward was soon diverted inward, I have no memory of the ceiling
Could I hear music? La di da? Or a breezy tune?
The oblivion that was, quickly dissipated, as my senses were resuscitated.
Hello spine, I forgot you were there
It fell to the underneath side of me, as my muscles let go of yesterday
Her deft fingers defined her; she was my liberator, my Zen, my warrior
Her tactility inspired deeper breath, saggier bones, and heavier eyelids
The stillness in me grew
-and then it happened.
She pulled off the first strip
And again with the second.
Then warmth and relief.
It was one thirty already
But I’m still inside myself;
I am still window shopping inside the soft tunes, and the warm towel, and the soft bed
I’m not ready;
I’m not ready to re-acquaint with the keys and the wallet and the phone;
They belong to ‘everyday’;
-and I am still floating on my glassy ocean with infinite horizons
Gone was the moment-already archived in my library categorised as ‘past’
Oh look! ‘Everyday’ is smiling at me again,
Inspired by Kelly-Thank you