#24 Caffeine;
-Akila Sridhar
One rule in our relationship was that I’d be the one to have the first cup of caffeine in the mornings. So everyday we’d stand by the kitchen counter- me in his shirt and him wearing a smile more often than his shorts( a scene i always enjoyed)
With me leaning over the counter waiting for a fresh batch of coffee and him hunting through his kitchen leftovers to begin our day. He’d stare at me rather than cook which he said made him happier- his jokes i’d more often whack him than laugh. When I’m engrossed in my coffee intake and him on my neck- we’d whisper good mornings along with things I’d guarantee we were making batches of babies. He usually described my expression (when I had my caffeine sip) as being similar to me having an orgasm for which most often I retorted (by saying that) with “I’ve had both at the same time on many similar mornings”. we’d smile in agreement. Both well aware that we were picturing our best memories together. And our smiles United over coffee. That kitchen saw more of this and cold pizza then actual food.
Then we heard the noise,
that noise.
Even if it was the sweetest of noises- we’d groan in disagreement. Having to wake up to that voice was no joke. One mistake happy to make but having to suffer for it too.
To Those many out there who thought I was describing to our kid’s voice- a pat on the back along with poison in a glass good to go.
It was the whispering noise of his mother from our guest room- his guest room- her room – for the summer.
I’ve heard of biological clock or even imaginary clikery tickety rickety clock but this one she had was like a maternal clock. Every time I was around him she’d peep up mostly just to save his biological assets from the ‘hungry me’. She’d pretend to be the warrior trying to keep her son a Virgin. Well who’d have the heart to tell her that she was a little too late for that. Years maybe. She probably might have more chances in opening a school for her grand kids than to see him go back to school. I myself had to fight my urge every morning to keep that from her . She’d greet us with a broad smile and ticking eyes to check the room and our behaviours. She’d pretend we were cooking and lost our clothes in the process. Or that we were doing laundry. Laundry! Laundry- simple solution to many problems. Hilarious as her reasoning skills were, she was equally intolerable and adorable.
Impossible you may wonder- oh I did until I met her when her son was shirtless. Or hungry for me.
Everyday that summer-
She made our day. Rather ended it. Repeatedly.
She was the sun who shone all day and he was the moon who wouldn’t stop coming too soon.
