Current song playing : Do That To Me One More Time by Jheena Lodwick
Do that to me one more time
Once is never enough with a man like you

The ugly Sunday turned pretty Monday.

Sunday evening begins with revisiting a familiar home, baby mojo and Mr. La Mer. Three company, undecided. Steamboat for two, chicken wings, burnt knuckle. I came back to comfort home. The two of us, sharing. It’s been a week since we last met and spoke. The crying stops, both hearts ache. She put on a familiar shirt. I remembered the happy roadtrip.

White Boy had the perfect Sunday night plan-  snuggle and watch movie at his place. ”Orphan’ soon turned to something pleasing, a very happy ending. The character in the movie, Maxine, she’s too perfect, too pretty. We were joking about me getting pregnant and how he would be a good father, good gen.  Smelling him, his fingers touching mine, our shoulders rubbing, I was helpless. My heart and mouth want to spill the beans, my big ego head says no. For a moment, I rationalized and realized something, the idea of love.

Man and woman waking up to each others’ presence is a bliss. Getting ready to work, he was sound asleep on the right side of the bed. His curled eyelashes and pierced lips kept me mesmerized. I dream to wake up to this happy dream every morning. He kissed me, we left home happy. Searching for breakfast, fast-food chains. I had the happiest breakfast meal. I don’t remember feeling that contented holding a man’s hand crossing the busy road, walking on an empty street, laughing at each other quirkiness, holding his hot coffee. Arriving at the office front door, he says “be good” and I leaned towards him, we kissed. The perfect partner.

The next best thing happened on the pretty Monday, the smell of a newborn baby.