+TYPED OUT-

++TO THE LEFT-

Luce fell on the bed next to Monday, and both stared at the ceiling.

Neither had ever thought they would lack time to reflect. Yet both found themselves swept away by their whirlwind romance.

The women were lost.

It was the first time in weeks that they had a moment together and sleep called.

Luce sat up, "Monday."

"Hmm."

"Are you awake?" Luce asked.

"I don't know, I'm responding, so I guess I am."

"I think I'm in love."

Monday opened her eyes and sprung up from her covers, "what?"

Luce giggled, "Yeah, I think I'm in love with this man who isn't my type and drives me up the wall. ㅡI swear my blood boils every time Blaze says nurse Olowe do you have something to add when one of the interns delivers their analyses or when he winks at me whenever we cross the corridors, and his fingers lightly brush against mine as he passes. ㅡI swear, Monday, I just want to grab him by the tie and make out with him in a broom cupboard somewhere when he does that."

"Welcome to the club," said Monday, who knew full well what Luce meant. The writer wished to strangle Kenneth sometimes.

His love was everything and nothing at once. Kenneth could suffocate Monday by the constant messages and calls one day, only to leave her without news for days without an explanation. Monday didn't know on which foot to dance, for every time she thought she figured Kenneth out, the man showed her another facette.

Selfish, Kenneth quickly forgot his life's mantra to sulk like a child. He was grown but still managed to play capricious.

Luce's confession made Monday wonder about her sentiments.

How deep were her feelings for Kenneth, and how long would they last?

Monday turned to face her cousin, "How do you know you're in love?"

"I just know it," Luce said, placing a hand on her chest. "ㅡI guess it's the little things, like his smile and the fact he anticipates everything. Sometimes I have the impression Blaze can read my mind. I feel safe when he's around. I want Dad to meet him."

"Wow, now you're talking. Are you sure? "

Luce nodded, "I've never been this sure about someone. I mean, I haven't thought about the pastor sinceㅡI can't remember."

Her cousin had moved on and attested looks were only packaging. Luce had got to the stage where she saw beyond her preferences or benefices. She privileged the well-being.

Again Monday asked herself how she felt. The truth was she tried to tame her feelings. Monday still had her defensive mode on.

Luce let a minute of silence pass before saying, "How about you?"

"What about me?"

"Come on, Monday, what's going on with Mr. TED."

Monday sighed, "he still wants me to visit him in New York. I don't have time, and I know he doesn't either."

"Monday, are you sure you're not making excuses?"

"I am. I know I am," Monday admitted.

"Then why are you doing it?"

Monday began gesturing, "I'm afraid to find myself in his world. I mean, I'll be staying at his place and sleeping in his bed."

"Yes, andㅡI mean, it's what couples do."