COFFEE LOVE

COFFEE LOVE


I am on the bed. Too sleepy, too weary. Sandbags literally hanging down my eyelids. A tray with a hot coffee cup is in front of me. My lazy fingers reach out for it with an estimation of where the cup could possibly be, what with my eyes closed all they can do is estimate. I topple the cup. The hot coffee envelopes a good patch of the bed . I get a minor jolt as soon as the coffee reaches my banyan covered belly but don’t bother to open my eyes. I wonder if the coffee had a mind of its own and on seeing that I was not intent on sipping it through my mouth it had decided it would directly seep into me through my belly. As soon as the ridiculousness of the idea hits me I wake up to a puddle of coffee all around me . I jump out of the bed calling her name . I find her sitting on the cashmere sofa in her cute baby pink pajamas . I tell her about my little mishap . She frowns, gets irritated, curses me a bit . But gets up nonetheless and goes about cleaning the bed sheet, poring water onto the bed sheet through her palm. She then dips the entire bed sheet into a bucket of water. She does all this pretty mechanically with an evident look of displeasure on her face and continues to mumble audible curses at me.
I, pretending to care about the bed sheet, ask
“Will the stain go?”
“Lets see. You first get out of that banyan and put it in that same bucket”
I do that.
Put on another shirt.
Drag myself to the pc.
Feeling a bit peeved at myself for having spilled a nice smelling cup of coffee and ruining my start for the day. I am still feeling sluggish and I would continue feeling slothful and pretty constipated the whole day, I assume, since I have missed my usual dose of the “magic drink”. Not a thought about her reaches my mind.
Just as I am about to start typing,
She walks in with a tray caryying a coffee cup.
“Drink this and for gods sake don’t spill it” in a pretty irate and pissed-to-hell manner.
I don’t say thank you or even smile just watch her turn her back and go away. I catch myself admiring her round peach shaped butt . But I wasn’t just looking at her oscillating rear.
I am wondering “ I hadn’t asked for another cup. But still… ”
At that moment I would know that what ever that “thing” is that she feels for me-that is love . Even if it wasn’t I wouldn’t care.
I rush back to her. And give her a snug hug and also pinch her left butt cheek .
Just cant keep my hands off them!!!!!!!!!!!


This is something I had dreamt about last night just before my English literature paper??????? Made no sense then, makes some what sense now. This is what I fervently wish happens some day with me.