Pillow talk

Posted by: fracas on January 9 @ 11:41 am

I was doing my best to go to bed early last night. Around 12.30 am after Law & Order. I read a bit and turned off the light at 1 am. Downstairs I could hear Reinout letting off some steam to DJ Tiësto. He does that frequently, when he has a really busy day. I also believe he does it when he is doing well. Because often I find him in a good mood the day after. I’ve noted that by studying his quirks and idiosyncrasies, I can read his mood like a barometer.

He was upstairs half an hour later. As he didn’t want to disturb me he asked if he could put on the light. I never say no to those requests. Even if in fact I wanted to continue sleeping in my cool, dark room. I knew the light would wake me up, but the rejection couldn’t pass my lips. I save my “No’s” for when it truly matters.

We were laying in bed and he pulled up a Donald Duck. I was just watching him, from very close, since I was neither wearing contacts nor glasses. I guess he saw his cue to make a statement.

‘I must have 9 lives’, he said.
‘How come?’ I suddenly got the image of a cat in front of me. I know he has had some close calls in life threatening situations, but what was the relevancy to reading a Donald Duck?
‘I have done so many things in my life. Concerts, hand-drying manufacturing, Spill (when it was still with two LL’s) and a whole bunch of other stuff. I could have just gone to University and become very good at one thing. Like an accountant.’
We’ve had these talks before. Reinout wouldn’t be Reinout if he’d led such a life. I wondered if he was born this way, or somehow along the way he got dropped on his head and developed a minor personality disorder that has now become his trademark.
‘Hmm’ he muttered, as still not understanding how it all came to this, and continued reading. But my thoughts were already set in motion and I continued asking questions.
‘Do you think you would be in a relationship now if you hadn’t met me?’ That’s a typical female question. Something coming straight out of the mouth of Carrie Bradshaw. I didn’t really expect an answer to it, but Reinout was challenged enough.
‘No, I don’t think so. I would be alone now.’
‘What about the girl you were dating when you met me?’ This was a trick question. Did I really want to hear an honest answer? She’s like 10 years younger than me.
‘No, I don’t think so really.’

I kept on going on with my questions, until the pattern of answers was defined and I was satisfied. I could rest my thoughts and picked up my book. I was laying very close to him, and as always caught little whiffs of his smell. I have never been able to give it a good description. I just know it’s the most intense yet wonderful fragrance I have ever come across. I would bottle it as perfume if I could. But instantly in that moment I knew what it was.
‘You know, your skin smells like warm amber.’ I was content having finally been able to find an accurate description to his smell. And with that I returned to my reading.

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