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She was still not at home last night, he can tell. The way her pajamas were left folded on the bottom left corner of the bed, pristine and untouched.It has been so for quite more times than a man would usually bear. When most pick up their bearings and move on, he stayed put as if the sole of his foot have mended with the old solid oaken floor. As he drags his worldly being across the room from his side of the bed, his eyes were ever so fixed on that one corner he came to love.
Oh what a beautiful sight, his heart tells him as he let out a heavy and tired sigh. A sigh of regrets perhaps. After so many years, he himself was no longer sure about anything. Anything except of course, her.
It is the flesh that he longs to touch, a longing no fabric, how soft, how smooth, could ever cure. The softness of her skin is beyond any of that. At this point, anything about her is way above else, from the tip of her well shaped toes up to her beautifully sculptured legs, higher, higher, higher above. Way above all else.
It is rumoured that Beauty herself envied her. But as much as she loves the sun, so does all else returns her love back to the bosom of her warm warm heart.
As his eyes gazes upon her pajamas, his mind wanders back years and years ago. Oh how he loves how her face glows as the soft soft morning light bathes her face and lingers upon her bright and beautiful eyes. Oh those eyes, that peers through the sheer curtain into the white lights of the welcoming day, watching the sunrise as if it was a long lost sibling coming home from Midway. Always eager, always sincere.
Often he hears people relinquishing miracles and magic to the naive and the fools. Let him be naive, let him live a fool. So long as he believes he'll be whatever tool.
She will never be home, he knows that. Still, knowing is not what he cares about.
She will be home tomorrow. Or the day after.
She will always be home.
August 3rd 2009.
Kampung Padang Bemban.
Minolta X700 + Fuji Superia 200 + a story.
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