Angelina
There is the sun, radiant yet gently inviting itself into the room.A heart full of anticipation, awaits.
He places the earpiece into my ears;
"Oops, you'll have to put in on yourself, " in his french-accented English.
I put it on.
The creamy resonating sound of the opening rift from Angelina floods into my ears. The A, D, E Dsus2 chord that was the final endless loop that my weary mind clung unto not too many hours ago, before it lost its battle against consciousness and sunk into sleep.
My heart gives a tug and tears fill the lower cusps of my eyes.
"Oh my God," I couldn't breathe, trying hard to cope with neurochemical mayhem. I looked away.
The tears will not ebb and stay stubbornly within their dam, threatening to overflow. I give up.
"Why are you crying?"
"Oh no, it;s ok, they are happy tears."
I set the song on perpetual repeat mode for the rest of the day.
Leaving him in the evening, is always akin to "apres un reve", like waking from a dream.
But I don't wake up yearning of more. It is just right, simply satisfying. I awake, thinking, "Wow, that was nice"
It's just a little spice that makes it even easier to infuse more joy at work, and life.
posted by irritatingz.blogspot.com @ 3:27 AM
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