A tingle of chemistry

soul's voice

There is someone for each of us, and maybe we should listen to the breeze, or be more open to those subtle moments, or maybe we should be brave and say “Hello”.

However we find love, our soulmate, our friend we must be able to allow them to find us too because if we let our souls go on that romance trek then we must also allow our feelings their freedom to show who we are and so let our colours merge to paint a tingle of chemistry.

“It’s Friday.”

A rather strange story from March 2013

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Thursday is a funny old day come clocking off time. Funny because we get paid on a Thursday, and funny because we get paid not only in cash but also in booze or any particular thing we care to partake of at the hotel bar; it’s a sort of end-of-week treat and yes I know, Thursday isn’t the end of the week but we never work Fridays.

I clock off and head for the bar as per usual only to find it shut; isn’t it a bind when something steals the rail tracks from our routines? What to do now, it’s never shut and never ever on a Thursday, as that me-thinks is when they claw back their money. I turn around and head for the exit but flip me if that door isn’t shut too!

Confused is only a mild term to what I’m feeling now. I turn around and head for the reception desk to speak to our most heavenly Matilda; I tell you, just looking at her gives me tingles, and her perfume, ah.. my god it sends the tingles into eruptions of synaptic bliss.

She isn’t there! The Bar shut, the exit shut …

Instantly the tingles are replaced by a cold sweat, my head whirls in confusion and I faint but not before having the most delicious whiff of her perfume.

I wake up and I’m in bed, but not my bed. I’m in bed with Matilda and the tingles are back.

She looks into my puzzled eyes and whispers, “It’s Friday.”
“Friday, but..?”
“Call it a promotion, we’ve been watching you and you suit our purpose just fine.”

She leans over and I’m hers … oh that fragrance …

I wake again to find myself covered in a kind of fluid sheet. Matilda is next to me, joined to me, digesting me …

Oh, perfect sweet chemistry … I feel like a Beatles song.