A Labor Of Love

Druv

I woke up startled, not again I said to myself, this has become a habit now. But it's a miracle that at times I sleep.

It's hot and suffocating in the room, i can feel little beads of sweat on my forehead some trickling down my temple giving a tickling yet cool sensation.

The room is dark like it has been engulfed by some monstrosity that was hungry enough to stomach down a whole house, I try to forage for my phone around the bed making soft thumping sound on the mattress, like a blind soldier searching for his machine of war. The bed was soft and the mattress a little damped because of the excessive sweat, suddenly my hands touched something, i felt the cold metallic curve that was a contrast to the warm, soft bed, I pulled my hands back immediately as if an involuntary action or a response to stimuli.

I found it, my phone. The time says 3:45, I sighed and almost immediately got up from my bed switched on the night lamp and searched for some water.

Drinking the water I examined myself in the mirror, repeating the task in hand with a slim contour, brown skin, green lines bulging out of my skin throughout my hand till the elbow and and bony fingers that held the glass. A face that has no light, no aura and had a frown set rather glued to it stared right back at me with empty black eyes, darker than the night itself.

I had nothing to do but sigh.

Going back to sleep was not an option now, so i treaded to the bed and embracing the softness, i lay there once more, only this time the cold, metallic phone on my hand and the lifeless eyes fixated on the screen. I went through my WhatsApp once again, the chats that hold so many memories and filled with life and mostly love were now deserted, with a heavy heart I opened gallery and within seconds bright lights of different shades exposed hundreds of pictures all of which dates back to December, 3 months back.

My pupils dilated, and with widened eyes and a trace of smile that flashed on my mouth I saw the pictures. Seeing her my heart skipped a beat, It started beating loudly, yeah love does that to people. Even a slight mention of the person you love will bring you to your knees and these were pictures that came with memories attached. She is so beautiful in the pictures and in real life not to mention. She had the perfect body that can get you a modeling career in an instant. Her fair skin was surely the fairest of all, her black hair with a streak of highlighted dark coffee color hair surely gave the contrast she needed. Her face, so lovable had those cute, wide and googly eyes were brown and full of live and happiness, her nose is a little pointy complimented her cheekbones. Her cheeks, red and luscious felt soft even through the picture, her lips rosy and plump blended with her perfect face.

In the pictures we were so happy and care-free, It reminded me of how much she loved taking selfies. And i became an addict just as much. It spread like a contagious disease but i didn't mind, being in love.

The pictures reminded me of the day we met a year ago, that crazy day.