SIGN OUT

SIGN OUT




Blankness. Blankness. Is that the life of mine? I didn’t see the trees beyond my
Window. Nothing is there. I know I’m not thinking. Yes. But …what?

It may be beyond the thoughts and beyond the sky may be above the sun. But it is vast as ocean and….

Sound of a car. It is him. My husband. But who is he? My life? Is that the sound of heart beat? When I get time, I will think about it. Sure.

I like his way of behavior and smell. He has the smell of …yes?...mmm… I forgot. What is he doing there? He is mailing? Yes.

I stand at his back. He is sitting. He allowed me to sit in his chair. He uses the keyboard…his two hands move in speed. I’m in between those hands. I lift my face. It touches his jaw. When I see his neck, I just bite there. I taste the blood. It is sweet. I suck it till I quench my thirst. Wow! It tastes good!

I sign out his account and shut down the computer. That is what I can do for him. Because, I love him.


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