The Warmth of Her Eyes — a short story
You get up in the morning as it is just a typical day. You’ll brush your teeth, get a shower, and eat your breakfast precisely like a typical day. You get ready, you wear perfume, and then you get out of the house. You’ll get stuck in traffic, getting angry at the driver who is in front of you for letting another person pass. You yell and curse all life and existence while you are being late for work. You know this time your boss won’t forgive you easily like the last couple of times.
Finally, you manage to get there, exhausted from all those brakes you had to do while stuck in traffic, and now your leg hurts. You have to use the stairs to go to the third floor because the elevator is under repair. Walking up your way up limping just to see your boss with such furrowed eyebrows showing off his new watch as he is telling you that you are late. After a shit load of apologies, you finally get to do your job, which being late and struggling with your boss puts a lot of work pressure on you. You skip your lunchtime to get your job done as soon as possible.
Finally, it’s done. You have the chance to get out of your shitty job with your shitty arrogant boss until you have to deal with it later. You get to your car, light a cigarette, and look at Google Maps to see how much you have to stay in traffic to get there. Half an hour? Sure, why not; you have enough mental stability to do that, right?
You start the car, and with a glimpse of the energy you’ve got left, you’ll drive to the restaurant. There she is, waiting for you in that beautiful long black and red dress of hers that you bought her in last year’s Valentine’s Day. You see her face so calm, so cute while she looks up and sees you. That big smile of hers at the moment your eyes get into a war with each other slowly flows through your heart. Now you didn’t have a shitty day! All those problems, all those fights you had with your boss, staying hungry to finish your job; now it’s all paid off.
The moment she hugs you with love, you get covered with a warm and comfortable blanket that makes you feel invincible. Like even the world itself can’t hurt you. Now you are home, where you belong. The home is not where you wake up in the morning; home is where you can finally feel good after a hard day fighting with what the world has planned for you to suffer with. Now it’s the time to actually enjoy your life!
You kiss her on the cheeks and ask her about her day. Listening to her voice is even finer than the most elegant opera you can go to, the most beautiful and extraordinary piece of piano anyone can ever make. Now you have forgotten about all of your problems. Nothing really matters until you are with her; no one can stop you, nothing is impossible. All that matters is her voice, her eyes, her lips; all is her, and she is all you care about.
Soheil Erfani Tabar © 2023. All rights reserved.
