I remember being in my favourite room. Its ceiling high, the color of cappuccino, and four consecutive window panels decorate the opposite side of the door. A table facing the outdoor, the scene of inspiration and comfort. My haven, a quaint room. It is late morning, almost noon. I am sitting and writing on my table, and searching facts on the net. I lost track of time, and when I bring my face up and face the window, rainy clouds are occupying the vast space above the building. Harsh wind are blowing into the room, which annoys me because I have too many papers and plastics and all four of my windows are open wide. This results in my papers flying around the room and of course. My cup noodle just went out the window. Just how hard is the wind? I scrambled to close all my windows.
Thank god it's finished.
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Oh, no. Where did I put it? Where are those darned papers!
Ugh, I think it went out with the wind. Time to take a walk, I guess.
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The sun is nowhere in sight. Rain is spattering against the glass door. I am already covered in rain. The cafe is bustling with chatter and sweet aroma are all around. I ordered my coffee, the sweetest I can, because I do not actually like coffee, only its scent. My eyes scanned the interior of this particular cafe while waiting. I do not come here often, because I have no reason to. I am not a coffee addict and I prefer to be cooped up in my room to do work. My eyes landed on someone I know. A person very familiar, and he looks lost in thought, just staring at the rain on the window. It is fortunate I do not have my coffee in my hand, for I I would have surely dropped it in surprise if I do.
"Mishka! What are you doing here?!" Yes, my voice is a little bit- fine, admittedly loud, but I cannot help myself! I cannot believe he is here!
"Amore, I was hoping I would see you here. It has been three years, I missed you."
And then he smiled with that white teeth of his, and all I can think is how dreamy his eyes are, gleaming and gloomy at the same time, just like the earth after a pouring rain, just like right now, just like how I remember him three years ago.
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An hour later and I am dressed, packed and in his car, his driver leading us to I do not know where but I feel safe. I feel home. His voice are much sweeter than any coffee I know, his scent more intoxicating than that of coffee. I remember showing him something funny I found on Instagram and I remember his teasing tone saying, "I'd appreciate it more if you look at me rather than your phone," and so I lay my head on his lap, and the last thing I remember before I dozed off is his hand caressing my hair, fingers soft between my hair, and his beautiful smile that I will never get tired of. And I remember thinking to myself while looking into his eyes that I cannot believe just how much I love this man.
He is occupying every space in my mind till I cannot think of anything else and the papers that I lost were long forgotten.
// Finished: July 23, 2018.
// Based on a dream.
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