The Snuggle

At 3:30 pm, the bell rang and I jumped up thinking, he is home early. He is home early because I told him I was unwell again. He really cares.

I flung myself at him. And loved that musky smell that came from him. All I wanted now was to snuggle and go back to sleep.

These nostrils were bothering me, too much blocked like Whitefield road on a Monday. Urgh! Why do I bother now. He is here, and well the snuggle is to be looked forward to.

He did come over to the bed. Gave me his usual dose of kisses. Then said, "the match is at 4:30..."

Oh! Oh! Well. Ok.

Life is not fair always. It's ok. It would be ok.