***Pillows and Mallows***

I look up and realise how stunningly beautiful she gets when having fun. I am certain that even God sees it too. He must have taken his time, even his off day, creating her. This is my first proper acquaintance with her sweetest side. Not that I did not know she was sweet. It is just that I had not actually seen it first-hand like I’m doing now. I am having one of those dishy Fifty Shades of Realisation, and yet my friend here is clueless.

While I am thinking, she quickly grabs a pillow and hits me with it playfully.

“Oh … a pillow fight. Great!” I think to myself. “You really want to do this?” I ask, pulling my own pillow from beneath my back.

“Yes, bring it on, your highness!” she responds.

“As you wish, my beautiful maiden,” I say, and then pillows start flying.

She throws, and I throw back. She then swings, and I swing back. We then go on-and-on until there is a mess of soft white pieces of cotton scattered all over the room. We then stand in silence, dazzled by the view that is in front of us.

A smile forms on the corners of her mouth, and I join in.

“That was fun,” she says serenely.

“Yep … Indeed, it was fun. One of the healthiest funs I’ve had in a long time,” I tell her with a degree of honesty that is stranger than I had anticipated.

She stares at me, smiling, and then orders me to sit on the bed, which I do without quarrelling. She then comes to stand in front of me and puts my head in her palms.

“What is she up to?” I ask myself, staring at her inquisitively, but she just continues smiling. I then raise a brow. “Everything okay?” I ask.

“Yep, it’s all super-duper okay!” she responds.

“Oh, good. But, at least tell me why you’re smiling to yourself like that,” I say. “You know, it kills me with curiosity.”

“Wena you need to relax,” she says. “I was going to tell you anyway. Okay, here is why I’m smiling: your eyes are no longer pale from vomiting, which is a good sign. The pills I gave you and that garlic-ginger remedy truly helped. Salute your nurse, please.”

I giggle. “Okay, point well taken,” I say. “I salute you, nurse. You have fixed me one hundred and ten percent. I am sure tomorrow I’ll go to work already forgotten about my weekend drama. But there’s still an unresolved issue …”

“An unresolved issue?” She asks, caressing my head. “And what could that be?”

“You should clean up my room,” I respond, and then pause and watch her face light up. “Yes! You need to clean this room because you’re the one who messed it up,” I continue.

“No way!” she explodes, and then slaps me on the face playfully. “Just look at all these KFC boxes lying everywhere in this room. Who does that? Do you even cook? Your kitchen seems lonely and empty, yet there is you here, a full-grown man. You should be doing something in it, making your own meals instead of eating fast-food all the time. It’s healthy that way.”

I stir in my sit.

“You don’t agree?” she asks sternly.

“No, I totally agree with you, but that kitchen just reminds me of my ex. We used to cook in it together and make the best meals, and now that she’s gone …” I say, and then stop when Diana puts a finger on my lips.

“Don’t say a word, now. I can imagine what it is like,” she says, caressing my head softly, and then hugs me.

I shudder and hold on to her, then our eyes meet.

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