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Ouch!

Light drifts in from somewhere in my vision and for a few moments I struggle to comprehend where it may come from. It slowly surfaces in my mind that its morning. Allowing my senses to gather facts, sounds, smells, I slowly drift upward out of my slumber, becoming more aware of where I was. I sense something sweet, an aroma that is there yet not there. There is a warm sensation all over my chest; something soft rests lightly against my abdomen. The sensation is also against my upper leg and I feel something resting on my ankle. I become aware of her soft form from my toes, upward, fitting itself inside me like a piece of lazy-edged puzzle. My left arm lies trapped under this same warmth and I sense a light touching sensation in the palm of my hand. My right hand is resting in a valley of some sorts, a soft warmth permeating the palm of my hand... and something tickles my left shoulder. Absorbing and processing every message my sensory system sends to my brain, I drink in an aroma of fresh flowers close to my twin nasal ports. I am suddenly awake though my eyes remain shut, allowing the rest of my senses to build within my mind, the picture I know so well but forbidding myself to see as yet. The covers press down on my naked hip and I feel my morning semi supported by two soft forms. While refusing to move and disturb the soft form moulded to my frame, my mind wanders back to last night… *** Over time, we seemed to fail to connect on the same level we used to. I was working ...

... late; she was busy with her studies. I wanted to dedicate time; she was prepping for exams. I wanted to get a take-out; she was not hungry. She dressed sexily and waited for me in bed, I was tired. Over time, our sex life dwindled to a mere trickle. We were on a dangerous track, a collision course where the impact was prone to shatter everything into particles the size of matter. Ribbons and shreds that was impossible to glue or sew back together… and if at any rate possible, scarred tremendously afterward. Late nights sitting on the patio, nursing a bourbon and ice had me thinking so far back I needed binoculars to recognise that happy state in our co-existence. It was just so far beyond yesterday that it bordered on the oblivious. My thoughts returned many midnights to the joy and laughter that spilled so abundantly form her whole being. It was as if she was in limbo. Try as I might, I failed to see a solution for our situation. It was just seemingly doomed. We were both losing the Rat Race! Late one night she gently laid a hand on my chest. “You still love me?” she asked softly as if sobbing. “Yes baby, I still do,” I answered without hesitating. I was not sure how she felt any more and her very humble question made me realise. We have not lost everything yet. We talked for a while and after exchanging a lot of thoughts and emotions agreed to have a date night to which nothing will deter us. *** I breathe deeply and slip my hand from the valley of her waist and over her ...