A cozy kitchen dining table where I am comfortably sitting and watching a beautiful garden. I am not moving. I am not worried about anything. Just about food and shopping groceries and keeping the house comfortable for the people I love. I am loved and treated with respect and hugged and told I am safe.
I am doing good. I am doing well. I rest on the table and do my knitting and feed the cat and feel fearless about my health. All I have to do is go through all the rooms and make sure they are clean and well organised. When he comes home I have a smile on my face because I know he won't demand anything. He will just sit on the sofa and insist that I join him and give me a gift or something. I just sit and hold the gift with a smile, feeling pampered and cared for. I want to do whatever I can, everything in my capacity to make this man happy, to bring a smile to his face, to support him to do whatever it is he tries to do and be his power, his strength.
I am okay with anonymity. I am okay with being noticed only by him. I don't care. He is my everything. We sit and enjoy a warm drink. May be soup. And then we hold hands and stare into each other's eyes. He says he doesn't want to get up. He doesn't want to change anything. He just wants to sit there forever holding my hands like that. We sit like that. We keep sitting like that till the sun sets and the birds start chirping and hurrying back to their nests and we can hear crickets chirping and the street lights going ON. We know it's dark now and we have nowhere to go. We don't have to part. But we don't want to move. We just want to stay like this forever. Just stay. And smile. We are finally happy. Our heaven.
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