Injection Of Happiness

Saturday

Saturdays were a gift from god to keep me sane. I slept in until about eleven-twenty in the morning, it was nice to actually get some sleep for once. The flat was a tip, I hadn't properly cleaned the place for about two weeks. There was an unfathomable amount of dirty dishes that had been neglected for days. Spilt beer, wine stained carpet, empty bottles. The place smelt like shit and looked like filth, it wasn't a pretty sight. Emily was coming round at six o clock so luckily I had plenty of time to clean-up the place. The flat looked spotless by about two o clock in the afternoon. I did a good job of cleaning, for once. I hadn't ever cooked dinner for someone before that night, let alone an attractive woman. I had little faith in my own cooking, which wasn't a good start. I settle on making chilli, the recipe book made it look like the easiest meal to cook. I had just nearly finished preparing dinner when the doorbell rang. I knew that it was Emily at the door so I took a moment to admire my appearance in the mirror before answering it, Emily looked more stunning than ever. I kissed her and exchanged a smile, she laughed at the red lip stick mark left above my upper lip. I pulled out the chair from under the table to offer her a seat, poured her a glass of wine, and continued to finish cooking. She seemed impressed with my attempts of being a gentleman, yet my sub-conscious mind knew she could read me like a book. I hadn't told Emily much about myself, I hadn't told her where I had come from, what I've done, or who I even was, however an ominous understanding of my nature was evident in her. She enjoyed the meal as far as I was aware, which was a great sense of achievement for me. After dinner...and a couple of drinks I had convinced Emily to play me some of her songs on an old bashed-up Spanish guitar which I had received as a gift from my grandfather on my eighth birthday. I don't think there had ever been new strings put on that thing, it's a surprise they were still intact. I listened to her play for hours, she had a written a massive collection of songs, I hate how I really can't remember any of them, they were amazing. The evening ended with the outcome I had been searching for, compassionate love. The beauty of it all was too unreal, too magnificent to be true. Emily showed me her world and it was the best night of my life.