DISCLAIMER
Work keeps my days busy, between time on set and wedding arrangements I’ve been going quite insane. Setting the tables, choosing flowers, dresses, and soothing the bride and groom who are beyond themselves at this point, I suppose it quite normal, I remember what it was like and it’s enough to drive someone mad with quarreling emotions.
By the time I’m done I go home, I kiss Gaia goodnight, regretting the time I didn’t get to spend with her and make my way into my room, taking the phone to call the light in my life. We laugh and tease, we talk and joke and finally, after a while, either of us gives in and takes a stroll, then a drive, then silently crawls into bed. Bodies mingling to find the other’s warmth, it seems it’s the only way we accomplish humanity once again, in whispered words and trembling caresses.
It is then that I am truly happy, then that I am comfortable and at ease, at his side, running my fingers through his chest as he holds me close and wordlessly lets me know that it shall all be alright. The morning greets me with tea and biscuits as he sits at the table, Gaia sitting on his lap, his arm wrapped safely around her as he goes through the paper and laughs at my sweetie’s childish remarks. Then a kiss and we share breakfast and do the dishes before we must both be off once again.
The thought of going through this again makes the days run fast, hours slide through my fingers in silent expectation.
By the time I’m done I go home, I kiss Gaia goodnight, regretting the time I didn’t get to spend with her and make my way into my room, taking the phone to call the light in my life. We laugh and tease, we talk and joke and finally, after a while, either of us gives in and takes a stroll, then a drive, then silently crawls into bed. Bodies mingling to find the other’s warmth, it seems it’s the only way we accomplish humanity once again, in whispered words and trembling caresses.
It is then that I am truly happy, then that I am comfortable and at ease, at his side, running my fingers through his chest as he holds me close and wordlessly lets me know that it shall all be alright. The morning greets me with tea and biscuits as he sits at the table, Gaia sitting on his lap, his arm wrapped safely around her as he goes through the paper and laughs at my sweetie’s childish remarks. Then a kiss and we share breakfast and do the dishes before we must both be off once again.
The thought of going through this again makes the days run fast, hours slide through my fingers in silent expectation.