Dark Inside Pillow

With two pillows covering both sides of my face and one on the top side of my head, I lay face down on the bed, pulling all three pillows close to my face so that I won't see light coming in. I opened my eyes in that small triangular space where I am hidden from the light and this universe, perhaps my safest spot, where no demands of acting and smiles are needed. I could see only darkness, or is this what blindness means? Either way, I stared straight into the darkness, and the long train slowly whistled its way to eternity. I slightly waved my fingers in the darkness, and my train on a platform etched in the air slowly took off.

It was a bleak evening, and she stood with her usual raised eyebrows questioning me while watering her hanging plants as my car crossed the gate. I know she knows that I am going to come home early, but I wanted to act mean. I decided to act indifferent by putting my shoulder bag, and I was so sure I would just smile and say hi and sneak through the door. The moment I was about to cross her, she lifted the water kettle and watered the plants; I could see the water drops dripping through the pot, and at the same time, I could sense her fragrance. Her scent, my woman's aroma, and I stood there with that wild grin, accepting her "Ok, u got me."

You did get me a long time back, and I came circling you, and here you are in front of me still teasing me with all your kiddy ways and womanish charms. I sat on the fence and watched her water the plants, and we talked about many things, as topics were never a rare scenario between us. At some unknown moments, I stretched my fingers and grabbed her waist. With her hair brushing my cheeks, I stood up and walked in with her along my side. The corridor through which she and I passed together, holding her close to my chest sideways.

On the other side of the corridor, I saw myself standing and smiling, witnessing this scene of love. The corridor of love and the walk forward. As I pulled my head out of ice cubes, I pulled up, and the pillows shattered, and so did the rail path and the train. But the corridor, the walk, the hanging plants, the dripping water drops, the water kettle, and her fragrance remain deep inside.