Fly away from here
From this dark cold hotel room
And the endlessness that you fear
You are pulled from the wreckage
Of your silent reverie
In the arms of the angel
May you find some comfort here."
-Angel, Sarah Mclachlan
It was an awful day and I am beat up.
Funny how things can drain you so much that
you don't just feel physically torn but also
emotionally empty.
I looked at the sky. It's dark, cloudy and not a
single star is visible. Oh, talk about luck!
It'll rain and I am alone.
When I reached home I was soaking wet.
I'll get sick for sure, I said to myself.
Literally making the common office expression
complete-- "sick and tired!"
When I opened the door there you are with
a bath towel in hand and gently placed it on
my shoulders. If I wasn't too grumpy with how
things at work turned out today I would have
said "All that's missing is for you to wear the
green uniform and yellow scarf!"
But with all the exhaustion I just placed my chin
on one of your shoulders as if asking for one big hug.
"You're like a human jello again," you laughingly said
then you motioned me to change my clothes.
When I was finished I found you slouched in the
old black couch watching those silly sad people on
the tube again. I just smiled at seeing how childish
you look when you watch.
I lay on the couch and rested my head on your lap.
You switched off the tv and scratched my shoulder.
"Bad day?" you asked.
"Without you life would be nothing but shit," I said.
You stroked my hair and kissed my head.
I closed my eyes and smiled. I am now in my comfort zone.
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