Sky Blue

The rain pours on relentlessly. Down below, the ground swells and surrenders into puddles of murky waters. My damp jacket and gloves sways away lazily on the dining chair. Hope with the help of the ceiling fan, they’ll dry up in time for work tomorrow. The rainy season is back and it’s making a grand entrance. Not that I mind. There’s something about heavy rains that make everything feels safe and purified. 

I am lying on the couch waiting for Emme to come home from work. Blanco, who is now closing in to 4kg, fur, tail and all, makes himself comfortable on my chest. His sky blue eyes look on to me while he occasionally licks my nose. I wonder what they think of us human. Perhaps to them, we are the pets. Or worst, the self-heated furniture. Well, not sure about that but I’m pretty sure he misses us when we’re gone to work. Evident from the way he bolted to the door at the sound of it unlocking.  Furniture or not, that’s good enough for me.

Earlier today, I had a chat with a business associate who came for a visit. Conversation moved from being about work to life. The usual small talk. But something he said kept echoing in my head, 

“So, are you living here with your family?”

That question caught me off guard. My natural reflexes wanted to say yes. I wanted to say, “Oh, I’m living with my wife”. But that would have been the ultimate conversation killer, wouldn’t it? Hence, to keep things calm I smiled instead. A vague response which he soon brushes off and we moved on to talking about other things.

It’s only 5.00 pm but the house is darker than dusk. Heavy clouds the color of soot drifted slowly and descends as if scouting for a place to land. Blanco have since moved to the other side of the sofa. Emme should be home in a few minutes. Gosh, I miss her.

I wish I could tell the world that Emme is more than a wife to me. That we’ve been married since the day her lips found mine. That love exists in many forms and it is invincible from all things human deem ‘important’. And that this love is real – alive and kicking. 

 I guess my curse is my urge to boast to the whole world that I’m in love.

I want the world to know how wonderful Emme is. And how amazing my life has been since my heart made that leap of faith. I want my families and friends to know that I’m happy now. And that they have nothing to worry about. I am safe and sound.

A click on the door knob. And there goes Blanco, running to the door.