I turn over the other side, kicking the blanket aside, then roll over my right side again. Nothing is helping out. The sound of the clock generating 'tuck tuck' anonymously is so annoying by the second that even the idea of sticking a tonne of wax into my ear canal to block it, and temporarily avoid hearing is grave and sound.
I've no choice but to press my ears against my palms to calm them up, but even the white plain ceiling seem to bore me out.
No, I am not complaining, not at all.
My life is freaking beautiful without my husband, who like Christopher Columbus disappeared into the other corner of the world, out for voyage to god knows where, and very soon Mr Jeon is even gonna discover America. I mean how the heck have I not given him divorce yet. If it were for some impatient woman then she'd have already smacked divorce papers on his face losing her marbles. But me, I am being so stoic. That man is not home since like for the past two weeks with no phone calls at all. And whenever I try to call him, his 'personal' secretory picks up the call only to tell me he's busy. No he's not got a single second for his beloved.
And that goddamn woman stays around him all the time? What's so special about her, it makes me bite my nails every time I hear his last name from her filthy mouth, which belongs to me since two years, and her high pitched voice makes it harder, it make my nerves lose its end.
I understand he's a workaholic human, unlike me. But can he just stop ignoring his wife for the sake of my life. It seems equivalent to a cave, or more like pit where people come and spit. Am I some material of stock or joke?
Looking around, my eyes catch the illuminated sky through the window. It's almost morning now. Wow.
I didn't sleep the whole freaking night, god must be joking. Oh, thank you Jeon Jungkook for taking care of your first love-Lalisa Jeon. I'm really healthy and blessed by your love that I feel like I'm floating in the seventh cloud and drinking heaven's brink, and being occasionally showered with flowers- lilacs, roses, sunflowers, daisies, daffodils and what not. Tears escaped my eyes, concealed with heavy sarcastic thoughts. I ain't so weak to cry for him. No I won't shed a single tear, not anymore.
