The Don's Wife

Side Story : The Right Side

I've never heard a woman snores so loud in my life, yet there she is, sleeping on my couch with her mouth hung open, drooling without a care in the world. Just looking at it is worse than having that woman visit my dreams. 

I need whiskey.

Pouring the liquor into my glass, I noticed a new accessory sitting on my liquor table. It was a small vase of blush pink roses.

I knew straight away who the culprit was, clearly it wasn't Mary. I picked up the vase thinking of throwing it away, but ending up putting in back to its place.

It'll wilt eventually.

I drank a couple of glass, put on my earplugs and laid down. Just when I was getting comfortable, the piercing stench from the bimbo's perfume that she imprinted this morning invaded my nostrils.

Fuck.

Remind myself to tell Mary to burn this bedsheet tomorrow.

I rolled to the right side of the bed to escape the venomous smell. And as I finally got to breathe in, another scent emanated from the sheet. It was faint, but unmistakably one which I've aquainted with before, it was the delicate rose scent of my little wife.

Having her slept in my bed for a week, her odor must've rubbed off her. Without realizing, I deeply inhaled the floral scent from the pillow and could feel my body sank in the bed with comfort. Only in matter of seconds I've already succumbed to a deep sleep.

That night, for the first time in years, I didn't dream.