It was 12:00 in the middle of the night, time to snore. Mattress compressed, messed up blankets, dark and cool room. She slept alone.
Now who knows? …
I mean sounds weird to say it was difficult to decide that she was in blanket or floor grabbed
It all…
She slept freely, pointing palm towards the alarm to shut it up at once…
Bedroom’s door is slightly open, light peeping in…
Noises entering but not snoring. She still slept and noises increased and cheered up. Utensils fell everywhere on white floor. I mean the pan is supposed to be on the shelf or on the stove. Why on the floor? Vegetable peels pissed me off badly, floor had a party with my favourite snacks too…
Shelves had paintings of juices. I don’t know why, but they could be nominated in any Award function. Spices sparse, spoons and bowls fighting with each other and top of all glass containers of salt placed on edge pushed by huge jars. I thought it was terrible.
A big spoon full of batter spilled and spilt in a pan, tossed and served on a plate. It was garnished with lemon and coriander which was placed on the table. Till morning it disappeared.
You might be thinking who she was, so let me claim it was me only…
I woke up and noticed someone missing on bed. I went into the hall and I saw a cute and sweet view in which he was sleeping on the sofa. His face had traces of sauce, an empty plate placed on the table and a spoon peeping out from it.
I was shocked when I entered the kitchen and saw that scary view…It felt like now punishment time for me. I wanted to scold him but I have to say I love when he acts like a toddler.
