In The Hollow Of His Hand
“Really? Not a ‘welcome, how was class’?” I responded.
“Sorry. Welcome, how was class? Who was that?” She asked.
“Thank you. Class was fine. That was just a friend.” I replied.
I wasn’t ready to dish out any detail.
“Just a friend… do I know this friend?” She asked.
“Probably? Dianne, let me be, I am exhausted. I need to take a nap.” I replied as I changed into a light outfit and climbed my bed.
“I will be here patiently waiting for you when you wake up.” She said.
“Alright.” I said and faced the wall.
For about ten minutes, I looked at the wall as the sleep wasn’t forthcoming. I decided to replay my conversation with Jake which called forth the sleep as I soon drifted off.
As I turned on the bed to adjust myself, I felt someone staring at me. I opened my eyes to behold Dianne kneeling by bedside with both hands on her cheeks staring at me. Only God knew for how long she had assumed that position.
“What do you think you are doing?” I asked.
“I meant it when I said that I would be here patiently waiting for you when you wake up.” She answered.
I chuckled lightly and asked, “For how long have you been by my bedside?” I asked.
“Not long, just for about twenty minutes.” She replied smiling.
“Please tell me I didn’t do or say anything whilst you watched me sleep.” I said.
“It depends…” she replied.
In the Hollow of His Hand continues…