Irrational And Emotional

The silence of the night grew louder as the night grew older
So much so that I could hear my own breathing and the sound of the beating heart lying next to me
As I watch him sleep peacefully Thoughts lingered in my mind such that I could not sleep
I asked myself. What could have triggered this unfamiliar attitude?
I tried to remember the day as it was.                                                              
The skies suddenly started pouring down.
As is the seeming tradition in this part of the world (Nigeria), power went out with it.
The thunderous sounds of the raindrops on the roof mixed with the buzzing sounds of power generators distracted me a little.
Yet he sleeps peacefully next to me as if he had lost his sense of hearing.
The weather turned a bit chilly with the heavy downpour.
He had gone to bed ahead of me without saying a word to me.
It is so unlike him.
I ponder on how the day went.
The conversation I had with him earlier in the day was so normal.
He was warm and receptive, sweet and charming as I know him to be.
I threw my arms around him when he came home from work.
He reciprocated but was more eager to Go in and take a shower; I found it all strange and new.
I would not complain even if he was soaked up in his own sweat because I adore him so much.
Over at the dinner table, his countenance remained cold and unchanged. I couldn’t tell if it was something I did or said.
Sweet heart is anything the matter?
I asked.
He simply shook his head with an expression on his face that spelled negative without a word! Implying negative
He stood up leaving his plate half full which he has never done.
You do not have appetite dear? I asked.
He simply shrugged and headed for the bedroom.
Concerned and eager to break into what could be going on in his mind, I went after him. Held his hand and asked again if he was alright.
Hum and a nod was all I got.
I hate to see him this way; I hate to see anything upset him.
He is my world, my baby and my tower of strength. I could not bear to see him get hurt.
I left him thinking if it could be the meal. But that had never happen before.
He loves it when I cook, he always praise my cooking. I dismiss the thought but still worried about him.
He closed the door behind him and I came back to clear the plates and tidy up.
I went in some minutes later; he has had a quick shower and was in slumber land.
He never sleeps without kissing me good night. But I still find him very hot and sexy as I stood a while and watched him.
Before me the image of a man God must have taken his time molding. A well build frame, six feet in height, broad shoulders that I love to be welcomed in when he embraces me.
A smile that sparkles and exposes his well arranged set of teeth and arms strong and reliable, even though they appear deceptively without muscles. He takes his time to work out making his admirable body well toned. He also loves to keep his hair very low and loves to keep up with fashionable trends but never adhere to any rule. But he will still pull off a great outfit at the end of the day.
He loves romantic gestures, which he thought me well. Little things that are easily ignored by others are the things he pay attention to the most. He compliments me endlessly. He never fails to say thank you especially when he truly appreciates a gesture. He loves his surroundings clean and well arranged but has never really been good at it. Meeting me completed that part of him. He loves ecstatically enhanced environment and appreciates artistic creations.
He likes the outdoor and takes time out to relax. Boy does he know the ways to a lady’s heart and soul! He crawled his way into mine and I could swear I have no idea at what point I fell for him, I just know that in no time he went from just a friend to the only man I became hopelessly and apologetically in love with!
He would send me romantic messages at intervals when he is away using all the mediums available in the modern world. From the time we met he took it upon himself to learn about the things that draw my attention. He makes me laugh even though his jokes are not the most interesting jokes. He even has time to pay attention to what I wear and how I wear it!
All these and more are the things I love and adore about him.
I sat beside him on the bed; the night grew older, and so did my inability to phantom his new found attitude.
Insomnia set in.
A careful deliberation with self got me nowhere and that worried me the more.
One very bright lightning flashed and the thunder that followed was massive. I always dread the sound much more the lightning. It sends my heart pounding as if I was not in the confines of the bedroom.


I insure the windows were secured and the shades down. For some seemingly unfounded reason I could not cling unto him, he was deeply asleep with back facing me.
He never sleeps too deeply as not to hear such sound, but this particular night seems different. So I held unto the pillow behind him as if that triggered louder sounds and flashes of light.
One after the other the sound kept crashing so much that the room vibrated and he moved muttering a sound I could not quite make out.
I gently tapped my love on the shoulder, hoping he would not react angrily.


Sweetie, sweetie can you hear me?
A sleepy voice answered
Baby why are you not asleep?
What time is it now?
It is 2:00 am.
What is the matter honey?
I just cannot sleep.
I am concerned about how you acted earlier I don’t know if something is wrong.
Acted?
How?
You went to bed without a word and when we were dining you kept to yourself.
You would not even talk to me afterwards, did not kiss me goodnight I do not know why but I wish I do.
By now he was wide awake hearing the concern in my voice while I lunch my plight and observations.
Really dear?
Is that why you are still awake?
O sweet heart, I am so sorry.  It’s just that I was too exhausted like never before, I did not realized how I acted affected you that much, I was not really thinking straight i had so much to deal with earlier. Honestly honey, I didn’t know when I dosed off. I am so sorry sweetie; it has nothing to do with you.
Come here.

He drew me closer to a warm embrace that I know so well.
He kissed my forehead and It felt so good to hold unto him and relief my fears and worries.
He opened the blanket gesturing me to lye closer to him.
I am sorry I woke you up darling.
I said as I cuddle and snuggle up to him He shut me up with a kiss as his hands wondered in different directions, caressing me with their warmth.
His kiss tested like drops of honey on my tongue. My body came alive at the touch of his hand. I have never been kissed with such perfection. It makes me wonder sometimes if he has been formally trained for it. How did I find this man?
What did I do to deserve the love and affection he never hesitates to show me?
I did not know when tears came out prompting him to pause the great and fantastic things he was doing to me for a while.
He looked deep into my teary eyes as if he had lost something that needed to be found as I lay speechless.
I love you so much, he said. I drew him by the head and locked his lips with a reassuring kiss and said, I love you too, very much.
His hands worked magic on me as I did his. The cold faded behind us and so did the sound of rain and thunder. I could not feel more secure like the moment that is this.
In the arms of the crowned king of my heart and the only reminder of the night showers was the occasional flashing of lightening accompanied by the now distant thunder.
That bothered me not for I am now in the arms of sweetness itself