Day 20 of 100: Tell Me Why

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Laughter beamed from the speakers on each side of the screen. The man in focus had his eyes on me.

   Oh, how much I wished he was here physically. Staring at me with those beautiful ocean eyes that would leave me in an illusion of being at the beach.

   I hated distractions, not illusions, but he wasn’t one anyway. At least not a bad distraction; even though he was bad.

   Something I wasn't bad at was cleaning, properly. Unlike my husband.

   I got back into the motion of getting the place tidy. This usually meant I wasn't at my prettiest and that was for no one to see, except for my husband, of course.

   Background noise was what everything and everyone became as I completed my pre-mediated routine in the house.

   The dust triggered my nose and sent an entire shockwave throughout my body.

   “Bless you,” came a high-pitched voice from outside.

   “Thank you, Indy,” a reaction more than anything.

   I continued my gym session with the couch, returning it to its rightful place against the wall.

   Next up, it was back to the gathered dust: my allergy's worse nightmare.

   There was a knocked on the window and the owner of the earlier voice waved at me with a stick defying gravity in the way it moved in the air.

   I returned the kind gesture and got back to work.

   No time for distractions.

   “Hey, babe,” my husband walked into the room. “I think I've finally figured out why I’m small down there.”

   “Why?” another reaction more than anything.

   “What you mean, why?” his voice dropped.

   “Like why?” I repeated quickly, trying to show interest, not annoyance. “Why is it small?”

   “So you actually think I'm small down there?”

   “No, you said –”

   “Wait –” my husband's eyes were in the yard. “Is that a snake?” the shock on his face increased. “Indiana, put that down!”

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