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Sunday, February 21, 2010

Someone's Sleeping in My Bed

I had to work late the other day, went home at half past 3 am. I hate to drive alone deep into the night. My mind was plagued by all sorts of dreadful and eerie images of the unknown. I simply detest watching horror movies, the scary images seem to stick to my mind, and they keep on bugging me. Sometimes I thought I could hear voices. There were times when I felt someone's watching me. Fiddlesticks, I know.

Ascending the floors was a lonely ride, I leaned my body against the furthest end of the elevator, hoping to feel secured. I prayed hard for an uninterrupted climb, for I was not ready to face whatever or whoever looking straight at me if the doors suddenly open.

"Just take me to the 5th floor," I pleaded. I just needed to go home- to kiss my loved ones belated 'good night', rest my weary head on my favourite pillow and tuck myself under the warmth of my duvet. It is good to be surrounded by things so familiar to you.

As I pushed the door open, total darkness greeted upon me. I did not attempt to switch on the lights for I did not want to humiliate myself, "this is MY home, I am familiar with every nook and cranny here", said my alter ego.

I saw a glimmer of light at the end of the corridor, all of the rooms were pitch dark but one, the kids were already in bed, the faint light came from my room, the door was left ajar. It was rather unusual really, for normally the kids would sleep with their bed lights on. I also wondered why the door was not wide open like usual.

I was very much disturbed by the change of the circumstances. Now the familiarity of my home was somehow, stirred. Thus, I dashed straight to the lighted room.

I pushed the door effortlessly, scanned through the room till my eyes reached the bed. I gasped.

There she was sleeping in my bed.

My eyes traced the silhouette of the figure in slumber, cradled by the warmth of my bed. Her youthful cheek was resting on my favourite pillow. Her cherry lips were smiling, perhaps she was dreaming the sweetest dream of all.

I braved myself to get close to her. I could smell the sweet scent of my perfume. Simply intoxicating. Her skin...simply flawless, obviously not beaten by years yet. Her glorious mane tossed brilliant shine to the ambiance, a far cry from the limpy, bleached mop I have been carrying on my head for years.

Her youthful figure...I was like this a decade ago. I could imagine how she would strut her feminity proudly, because I did that too. No doubt men would adore sweet young things especially like this one. Many, including this one who was sleeping next to her now.

How could they. Not on my bed. At least, respect my space. This is MINE.

I tip-toed closer. I was ready to pounce on them. I drew my lips close to her cheek. Tears streaming down my cheeks. It was simply heart breaking.

"I am sorry to have kept you waiting, sayang...", I kissed her flawless cheek.

She is only going to be 10 this year, but she's already blossoming into a young woman. She is a keen observer of my every move. Sometimes she tries on my clothes and shoes. She enjoys painting her face with my make up. She loves my perfumes too.

I did not want to wake her up, neither did I want to wake the young men sleeping next to her.

I was home late, the kids have conquered my bed. Sarah, Adam and Ben...all three of them tucked under the warmth of my duvet.

Now where were the other two? Hubby and Didi, the youngest in the gang?

There they were, sleeping on the 'Toto', at the foot of the bed. I joined them of course. The pillows were all taken. I did not mind. I am content with having my head rested on the firm arm of my man.

This is home for me.

11 comments:

madam gold said...

Salam Ida,
Don't work yourself too hard.In no time you ll miss all those pretty little faces and wish you could turn the clock back...
That is how I feel now... Hope everything is fine at home

mamasita said...

Awwh..kesian diaorang..macam dalam movie..anak2 dan bapak semuanya terbongkang tidur tunggu mamanya balik rumah..
Oooh..I love that 'strong arm' description..not a soft pillow but very lovely indeed..

ray said...

Komen Pak Malim, kucing ray yg alim.

Saya tak suka kerja, kata Pak Malim sambil duduk atas meja.

tireless mom said...

Hi Ida

I know how that feeling is. As much as I would like to advise you that work is not everything, I am guilty as charged. Only can hope and pray that all at home will be okay with or without us.

Sir Pök Déng said...

Finally, and update from you, ma'am.

What a restless day you have. And you have to fight the fear of wild imaginations. You're a tough woman. But finally it melts you in the heart when seeing your kids drifted in deep slumber. This is one motherly thing that I hardly understand. I can put these into words but no man could describe it well than a woman.

Mimi said...

alahai...lmbtnyer kau balik Ida..take care and jgn sampai penat2 sgt tau..

Uncle Lee said...

Hello Ida, just dropped by say hell.
How you doin'?
Have a great Tiger year and keep a song in your heart. Best regards, Lee.

Uncle Lee said...
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Desert Rose said...

Aiyaak U suka bikin I saspen okay ha haha, loved it as always

NURAINA A SAMAD said...

oh so sweeet..

lovely. simply lovely.

cts said...

I am pleased to have come accross your blog. should have discovered it sooner!