Beyoncé
Months of not going to the building made me sign all of it away to my mama. Beauty was never really my business anyways.
I never got the opportunity to finish college and it felt dumb to try going back to study something at 32 years old. I've reached my midlife crisis. It really doesn't feel good.
I considered law enforcement or something athletic but I'd rather minimize human contact to people I love. (Plus, I doubt it's best to continue to be around guns). I also considered psychology, but I can barely handle my own demons. I can't figure a thing out.
My heart stops when Megan comes up behind me to tickle me.
I can't stop the laughs that rack through my body. I can barely push her off.
She kisses my neck as she stops and looks at me.
"Baby!" She semi-yells in my face.
I can always rely on her to pull me out of my anxiety-provoking thoughts.
I puff my lips out more so she can connect them with hers.
"You good?" She asks.
I nod.
"Can I sing for you, Beyoncé?"
I raise my brows and smirk.
"Whatchu know about singing?"
"You doubtin' me, Beyonce?"
"No." I allow myself to be pulled into her lap. "Fine sing for me, Princess."
"Yay, you gonna love this one."
Low and behold she starts to sing something I can't put my finger on. Stuttering by Jasmine Sullivan I realize after a few lyrics.
I lay my head in the crook of her neck, allowing the vibrations of her voice against my body to calm me.
She sings with a giant ass smile. I join in on the parts I do know though and that makes her look down and smile.
"You da prettiest." She grabs me by the jaw and brings our foreheads together.
It's always great to have her here to remind me that I'm a living person.
"Shut the hell up, Megan." I stick my tongue out. "You more beautiful."
"Mmm-mmm. Both of us is. Gorgeous goes with gorgeous, always."
I hum in agreement and kiss her.
"Whatchu was thinkin' about before I came in?"
"Nun."
"Wanna talk about it?" She frowns.
I decide to tell her the truth, "Whatchu think I'd do good at, work wise?"
She makes a face and looks around.
"Yeah, me too." I say. "Ion know what to do. And I can't stay here all the damn time, y'know?"
