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Chapter Five.

Chapter Five.

"Nothing can dim the light that shines from within" × MAYA ANGELOU.

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"You're kidding me, right?" He sounds pissed at my suggestion. I hug myself, awkwardly standing on the other side of the bed, finding it hard to look him in the eye for long.

"Zweli I- I don't-..."
"You want me to sleep on the floor while I have a whole bed here that I bought with my own money?" He states after interrupting me.

I sigh.

I know I may be a bit dramatic, but I didn't want to share a bed with him. I know I was a bit determined about probably doing the deed this weekend, but no. I wasn't feeling it.

"Fine, I'll sleep on the floor then." I grab a pillow.
"Why can't we just share a bed...like a normal couple would Zano? Why should the other person have to suffer on the hard floors."

I forgot the couch can also be an option.

I watch him lower his hand after clenching his fists hard. I nearly flinch.

"Fine." He throws his hands up, seemingly defeated by my request. "I'll sleep on the floor."

I give him a nervous smile and help him set up his floor bed which doesn't even look that uncomfortable. I grab my pajamas and head to his tiny bathroom to change after locking the door. I section my hair and braid it, to avoid my hair tangling into a mess. I put on my bonnet before heading back to the room. He's already on his floor bed, busying himself with his phone. I go switch off the light before climbing into bed.

It is dead quiet in here. I could hear my own breathing. I could even hear my own thoughts and those bloody crickets outside.

Most importantly I couldn't sleep, even after trying to force myself. I turned to the side Zweli was sleeping at and he was sound asleep, snoring away the evening. Why couldn't I sleep like he was for goodness sakes.

I reach for my phone and unlock it. I check the time. It wasn't even 12pm yet!
I choose to busy myself with a sprinkle of social media, maybe I'll induce my sleep with that.

My phone vibrates. Who's texting my ass at this hour?

'Why isn't the lovely Lady asleep yet?' his text read.

'Who's this lovely Lady  you keep talking about?' I text him back.

'The same woman who's texting me back right now.'

'Oh? So you go around calling everyone 'lovely' and 'Lady'?'

'Nope. Just the particularly pretty ones who drive cars that breakdown.'

I am yet to hear those words from Zweli. The 'pretty's' and 'beautiful's'. It's either A I was or B I wasn't and clearly my man does not think I am.

Well do I even find myself attractive? Sometimes.
Would I date myself? No.
Would losing some weight make Zweli love me even more? Absolutely.