Posts tagged snail

S: I don’t have cancer.

B: So you can’t sue for scancer.

S: Hahaha! No, I can’t..

B: Anyway, that’s good news. Did you punch the doctor for scaring you?

S: Nah but there are other irregularities. Which is not as bad as cancer. 

B: It makes sense, you’re irregular…you’re an angel. 

I can probably never hear anyone else say my full name without replaying in my head a dozen times how you say it.

I get out of the shower, wiping my legs dry as I walk out. I look up and I see B, in nothing but his scuba goggles and blue snorkel. I look at him in shock and he says, “Hey, Fishy!”. And we both burst out laughing.

Monday.

Hint of daylight. I’m waiting for the alarm to ring. For him to get up and make his noisy morning-people-getting-ready-for-work sounds.

B: Stay.

S: What?

B: Let’s stay in bed the whole day.

S: Wait..what? What about that “work” thing you do?

B: *wide grin* I’m skipping that.

S: okay…Okay.

I smile.

(Faux/mock/pretend/act indifference but I’m a dancing n screaming inside. Yay!)

I wake up and I see him getting ready for work. I get a bit disappointed. I knew he won’t skip work in a million years. Only possible explanation: it was a dream because it’s way too good to be true. I crawl back under the covers. But just in case, I yell.

“Stay!”

And then I wake up. Alone. In my own room. Red bedsheets, roses duvet cover. I look up.

It hit me.

“Fuck you, you fucking universe,” I yell and shove a finger at it for good measure so she knows exactly how I feel.

“Thanks for nothing,” I mumble as I got out of bed. I make my own noisy morning-people-getting-out-of-bed sounds.

At aisle 7 at the grocery store picking up ingredients for dinner.

S: There’s something different about you today.
B: Really? Different good or bad?
S: It’s not “good” or “bad”. Just, different.
S: Hmmm..did you cut your hair..? Or shave..?
B: Nope. Nope.
S: ..You look clean!
B: How do you make that sound bad?
S: Hahah!
B: Don’t I look “clean” every other day?
S: You do, just EXTRA clean today.
B: Alright fine. *fake defeated* I showered this morning.

B: You know the best way to spend a rainy Sunday afternoon?
S: I know you want me to say “in your pants”.
B: Bed, pants, same same. [insert heart-melting wink]