#مسابقة_ماذا_تقرأ_اليوم؟ Khaoula Hammami I wake up on the couch, the morning after my wedding night , laying on my back , staring to the cracked ceiling . My body aches and every part of it sore . I cant even feel my legs . The scars are burning the hell out of me . I close my eyes and decide to fall back to sleep , Im so exhausted and tired , I barely slept last night : two hours are not enough for me . I close my eye for few minutes , the aroma of the coffee spreading in the room wakes me up. I struggle to turn on my right side as I see Mr. Gorgeous Stranger , who is supposed to be my husband , few steps away from me , holding two mugs of coffee . I lift myself and I tuck my weak legs underneath me and I accept the mug of coffee he hands me . I take a big sip of it and I can feel it awakening my brain cells God , it is so delicious it is silky smooth , sour and bitter with a thin layer of foam . It looks good and tastes better , love it. It tastes like my mothers coffee , however hers is sweeter, I miss my mothers coffee , I miss my mother , my father , my home and all the people I’m not going to see them anymore and as i drink more of my mug , I get this feeling , a mix of loneliness and sour . Suddenly, all what have been happening the last few days come back to torment me , pushing my tears through my eyes , making my heart aches , taking the breath out of me , oh my god !! I cant breathe ...I take conscious breath, trying to calm myself , I dont want to cry and show my weakness in front of a STRNGER , but in vain knowing that things wont be the same anymore , tears refuse to stop , I refuse to stop crying . Im helpless, my life is drifting to so-much-misery .Im crushed so hard and I dont know how I have reached this far. Im sorry he speaks for the first time in days and it is barely a whisper. He come closer and sits on the coffee table in front of me , I start shaking, he takes the mug from my hands . Dont worry , Ill be there for you no matter what, we are together in this ride He says and he puts his hand on my head. Stop, dont touch me you pervert I interrupt him Dont be sorry for me , I’m here because of you and your ignorance and selfishness , I dont know whats wrong with you but all I know now I would be better without you but , HELL, Im stuck with you I take a deep breath and I wipe the streaming tears from my face Im the one who suffer the most here and you are the one to blame I gather the little power I had left and I stand on my jelly legs holding the blanket and I hurry towards the other room .I’m angry and hurt , I need to be alone for the moment. I enter the room, which is obviously the bedroom, with the intention to pour my rage on the door . There is no door . No door to slam .
Posted on: Sat, 27 Dec 2014 21:31:41 +0000
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