ANOTHER MORNING

Good Morning

It was day 24. Teniola's sessions with Mrs Chioma seemed to be working. She no longer had gaps in her days. Gbenga actually let her come for her sessions alone, but she had to use a dedicated bolt driver who understood the peculiarity of her situation. 

Mrs Chioma was running late, but Teniola didn't mind. The receptionist admitted her into the office and offered her peppermint tea which she gladly received and relaxed to wait on the counsellor. Teniola was amazed by the office decor, she hadn't paid attention till now, there was a certain softness, personalization and orderliness about the space. The walls had a dusty blue colour that encouraged you to relax, spaciously hanging on the walls were attractive artworks and sculptures that didn't challenge your mind to try and figure them out, they were easy on the eyes. The windows were perfectly positioned giving enough room for skylights, outside the windows were tall trees whose leaves gently swayed with the gentle wind, there wasn't much to distract the eyes during a session. There weren't any overhead lights in the space, the only artificial light sources were the floor and table lamps which gave off a type of soft lighting to promote comfort and cosiness.

On the far end of the office was a fish tank, which proverbially served as a positive distraction. Teniola would often find her eyes drawn towards the tank when she needed a break from the weighty conversations with the counsellor.

She ran her palms over the chair, the material was soft. She wondered if the counsellor ever made love to her husband on this particular chair. He often came to pick her up after their evening sessions and most times while she hurried off to meet Gbenga in the lobby, the counsellor and her husband took their time to come downstairs. 

"I see you've made yourself at home"

Teniola turned to see the counsellor standing behind her, oddly dressed. This was the first time she was not wearing an Ankara gown, she was sporting a black coloured leggings and a fanciful bright yellow top that hung graciously on her backside. She wasn't only beautiful but had an amazing shape for a mo, her attire was completed with a bright yellow Yeezy. 

"You look like you've seen a ghost," Mrs Chioma said interrupting Teniola's train of thoughts. 

"I'm sorry, I just...you are beautiful," she stammered.

Mrs Chioma laughed and walked to her side of the table. 

"Apparently my husband has plans for me after our session today and he specifically asked that I look as sexy as possible, this was the best I could come up with," she said and they both laughed. 

"It happened again last night," Teniola began.

Mrs Chioma picked up her notepad from the desk and joined Teniola on an adjacent sofa. 

"Let's start from the beginning shall we?" Mrs Chioma asked.

"We made love, but it was meaningless to me," Teniola said.

"Your choice of words matter, a lot" Mrs Chioma pointed out and scribbled into her notepad.

Gbenga had finally gotten a steady job that came with a new apartment and a company car. Things were finally looking up for them, and she was grateful for the little things she was able to remember. They had made new memories in the new house, took new pictures which they hung around the entire house. Teniola insisted they retake their wedding picture, she didn't like seeing her face in that hideous gown. 

She still didn't feel the love the way he did, but she resolved to force herself to give him the wife he deserved, it was the least she could do. If only she could remember what kissing him felt like, or what his touch meant to her other than just the surface stimulation and the many orgasms that followed.