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My Bed Has a Wrong Side?!?

A Red Passion…

I have a bed. An ordinary bed it is… It is not so big. It has two sides- one is mine and the other is my husband’s.

It has two pillows. It has sheets, also. The sheets and the pillows are red… dark, deep red…

Sounds like passion…; Sounds like love…; Sounds like peace… Sounds like… home…; Sounds like life…;

Sounds like PERFECT LIFE…

Red Passion Woman

It’s Stuffy Here… I Can’t Breathe…

I lie in the bed… in my bed… Night has fallen. The moon is high in the sky. No clouds, nor mist… There is nothing to disturb the moon light. Only the stars around this yellow beauty add to this image. The window is ajar. The gentle wind opened it even more. This bed, MY bed, is not very big, but in days like these, turns out to be very big. There is space for one more person. It has two sides- one is mine, the other one is my husband’s. I lie in my bed, my husband is lying next to me. But, again, the bed is big… very big… He, my husband, is here- but he is not here. Do you see what I mean? In fact, the bed…my bed… OUR bed turns out to be only mine…

When I think better, our bed is not so big. It starts being stuffy here… in my bed… In my bed, there is space only for two people (my husband and I) , but there is three of us: I, my husband and the love of his life( which is not me, apparently) . It’s stuffy here… I start choking… I can’t breathe… I can’t… It’s stuffy… Not three, but four of us are lying here: me, my husband, the love of his life and the one I have chosen to be my consolation… The sheets in my bed aren’t red… When I look better, the passionate dark red turns into cold-blooded blue…

The Wrong Side of Our Bed

It’s not stuffy, but it’s not roomy either! My bed has two sides- one is mine, the other one is my husband’s. No. NO! My bed has two sides- the one is mine, the other one is THE WRONG ONE! There is no place for his beloved nor for my consolation! No! There is only a place for me and my ” wrong side’’. But, I chose THAT side of my bed years ago, although I knew it was/ is the wrong one. Or, I may be wrong?!? For my husband, I am ” the wrong side of the bed” … I… I… I am… No time for another ” furniture” – too late! It may not be late, but none of us goes to bye ” another side of the bed’’…

Wrong Side Of The Bed

And They Lived (un) Happily Ever After…

The moon shines… still… It will shine nights and nights again… In nights were red will turn into blue; In nights were ”too roomy” will equal ”stuffy” … ; In nights when ”the wrong side of the bed will never find it’s right side” … Till death do us apart… !

… Dedicated to right women who have made the wrong choice…

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