It’s Monday. It’s raining. I’m actually glad that it is. Work will be a bit slower. Maybe more time to contemplate things. I wonder about how it could be. What would be happening instead of the never ending treadmill of work/ eat/ sleep that is my existence now.
Would I be still in my chair with a warm cup of coffee pondering things better left unsaid? Would it instead have me still in my chair but with a warm and loving body next to me? Perhaps her head in my lap as she dozes peacefully. Her lithe form curled up beside me. Her hand gently resting on my leg. Her hair soft and silky against my skin.
Or would she be kneeling before me, eyes begging the unasked question…’Sir, please may I lie beside you?’ Of course I would have her there, but she loves to ask questions silently and awaits my patting the upholstery beckoning her to join me.
Ahhh…Monday…..if only
Max