Scribbling

And she raises herself from the sheets - draping herself in her gown she wore last night. Looking into the mirror - seeing her man (or David - yes David I should say) - lying with the sheets she just abandoned, she tried to remember what was the last thing they talked about (or rather she talked about). Was just sharing a bed with him enough for her? Wasn't she supposed to know how he spent his day? Was she being too possessive in asking too much - because the reply was never there? Was it too much - that she was asking for - in a "relationship"? (Ohh... was it truly a relationship?) She enters the bathroom with these thoughts - remembering the days - glorious days when they had a lot to say. What was that then - that she lacked now? Turning the cold shower on she let the water trickle on her bare skin - making her crave for him even more. Rinsing off the lather from her body - she was now thinking about how even she never dared to talk to him about her problems (Would they appear like problems to him?). Putting on her bathrobe she decides today - yes today she will let him know about her life. She again enters her room tip-toeing - not to wake David up. She sinks besides him - about to touch him and then she stops - gets up from the bed - grabs a cigarette and goes out of the room. No she can't - she just can't tell him. What if he doesn't understand about the issue? - let it be - she tells herself she is not that important in his life that he would pay heed to her cribbing - let it be. Lighting her cigarette she opens her computer - decides to write instead. Probably the most soothing exercise apart from being in his broad arms where she felt secure. After finishing her smoke - she types and types and types it all - her words seem to bleed - she has tears in her eyes - but her eyes are shining bright in success of being able to cope-up with the situation. She gets up from her study table after finishing her typing... Goes back into her room to be with him. In any moment he'll be waking up - and would be finding her close to his chest; he would kiss her forehead and leave after putting the payment on her desk.