A Morning

"You think I'm beautiful?" She eyed me as I lay on the bed, my arms behind my head and my head looking towards the direction of the uninteresting ceiling. I considered the question silently to myself. In the past I would ramble for fear of awkward silences. Today I am more considerate of my words, using long pauses and longer silences to allow myself to think of answers to her questions. 

"I wish you didn't have to ask the question. In time, the drive for beauty makes a girl into a women, and although I love you for being a women, I can't help but consider what you have lost." She looked at me with that look. How can I explain that look. Her eyes widen ever so little, as her pupils narrow even less so. She wiggles her nose, but not in agitation. Her lips open slightly while her mouth narrows into a smirk, both at the same time. It is a hard look to explain. It is her look. We all have that look. It annoys those that love us while it becomes a staple of endearment. I know. 

"You never answer my question." Oh that look. I can't help smile at that look. "Well well" I replied "did I make you angry at me again?! How do I end up doing so every time" I said loudly, as I portray fake surprise. I can't help but smile once again. Oh that silly young woman. Maybe she is a girl. Maybe I am man. No. Im not a boy either. I am something better, something less definable. I am freer than a man but more controlled than a boy. She is free. A spirit filled with unequalled energy. Childlike in her personality. How I adore it. So playful, so whimsical. 

"You are much to silly for a man you know that!?" I laughed. Mind reader she is. "I am no man and you are my in-between!" I jumped upon her, wrestling with her playfully as I grab the pillow to carefully and lovingly beat her with. The giggles, shrieks, and no's that fill the room paint a beautiful portrait of youth inside the simple one room apartment. I do love simple. My guitar in one corner, my amp in another. A desk with papers and a computer at the front of the room, while the bed sits in the middle. Simple. Perfect. I do love simple. Simple doesn't always love me. That little annoyance know as complicated creeps into my life often. If only I could catch a hint of his smell, it would help greatly. 

"Now my little in-between! What shall we eat today?!" I exclaimed loudly. My queen deserves a well trained servant doesn't she? Of course she does. She smiled brightly at me "Pancakes!!" she shrieked with childish delight. Oh that smile. It breaks a broken heart into something new. In its destruction a new sprout is born. Much to be found in the heart of a tree. I climb unto my knees, making sure to cradle her, leaving her no means for escape, my great plan. I smile at her, and she smiles at me. "At your service my lady" As I bowed in the most elegant of fashions. 

From the corner of my eye I see the empty kitchen and glance at the emptier fridge. Though the door on the fridge is closed, I could see in my memory of past that it was utterly empty. Except for mustard. Mustard is good. No no. I am much to silly aren't I. "I think my dear, that we may have to go get food." I frowned to myself. I looked down and so was she. She was thinking. She has that look. Ive been over that I think. Yes I have. "Well …" She said silently with thought on her brow "we must then wait!" She saw my puzzled looked and she smiled all teeth "good things come to those who wait!"