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Ade's Journal Part 6

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My Scrumptious Valentine Kiss

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A Scorpion is not a Lobster

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My Insane Week Before Valentine

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Thursday, 15 November 2018

Where Are All My Toes


  Midnight creeps in too slowly and the middle of underneath my feet bite at me, not from outside but within. This happens when the temperature drops and I check and find out it is twenty four degrees and windy. I try to wiggle my toes and catch the edge of the duvet, so I can bend my knees. That will bring the duvet to beside my chest. Then I can toss the covers over me and try to bring my core temperature up.
 A horrifying thing happened, nothing.
  Where Are All My Toes, the thought left me frozen for a while. Finally, I decide to lift my frozen chest from the cold bed, it's difficult and so I use my arms to push myself up. My bones ache and still I did feel any toes and then I see him holding all ten of them. That startled me but what scared me the most is that they were still wiggling...
   It takes time for my eyes to adjust to the light, it is cool and bright but a little hazy. And even though I am no longer in a dream, he is really here. And has something in his hand.
 I grab at my toes and hug them with my fingers and heave a heavy sigh of relief.
"Ade, are you alright?"
I stare at him and try to figure out where I was, for a moment I thought I was still dreaming. He reached for my shoulder and I stare at him.
'Did you take something, some kind of medication?"
 I shake my head and then decide it's better he hears me talk, but you know how your first words after you wake up sounds like.
Muffled, low and husky. I clear my throat and then answer again.
''No, I just had thatUntil sleep that kind you wake up exhausted from.
Daniel looked good and I was staring at his abs, thinking. Why is he shirtless and then I stretch and my naked body becomes exposed. Naturally, I panic. Did I?
No way, I would not. I grab the duvet and cover my exposed body and try to figure out what is in his hands. They are maltesers chocolate, I miss those delightful balls of goodness. I also miss my Bailey's Irish cream, I have been alcohol free for months and it feels weird.
Well for a social drinker like me, it's odd and i miss that sweet melting, soothing feeling I get from it.
Daniel sits beside me and I dare to look at what he has on and see nothing. Instead he tells me to open my mouth and popsmy favorite chocolate balls in my half open mouth. That malt goodness swirling into rich chocolate makes me blush and then he hugs me from behind. I try to figure out how he got into my bedroom and hear someone knocking on my door. I try to ignore it until I can't and then I grab his oversized shirt and put it on and race to the door. It's no one and then I wake up.

  I am a little confused and stare at the door that is hazy as I try to grab at the door knob. Did I just sleep walk to the door?
I clear my eyes and stare at my playsuit, I had it on backwards.
The knock on the door startled me and made me realize that I had my head resting on the door and my body awkwardly pushed outwards.
It's been a long time since I've sleep walked and it usually happens when I'm exhausted.
The knock raised the bar on my growing headache. I hold my aching forehead as if it was going to fall and breakaway from my head.
'Ade', his voice made me freeze.
Daniel was at my door and it's been a while, that I don't mind but him naked in my dreams worried me.
'Are you alright?'
I clear my clogged throat and say the words out loud again.
'Headache', and unlock my door.
 The immaculate suit he had on looked priceless and he removed the top and revealed the shirt from my dream.
I am not going to say any thing and lean on the wall beside my door. Daniel grabs my hand and leads me to my own couch..
'You look exhausted'
'And I just woke up', I grumble.
'Your insomnia is back?'
'Ade, rest. Let me take care of you...'
 The words made me chuckle, he thinks it is because I prefer to take care of myself. The real reason is because we were both naked in my dream and I miss that kind of intimacy. I wanted to take care of that, of you know what I mean.
'You look flustered'
 His words are pregnant with meaning, can he tell I just had a wet dream. It's Madonna that taught me those words I learned in my late teens. Although, reserved for guys but the world is so different now. After all, I have called many guys gold diggers.
 Daniel was smiling now and made me coffee and spiked it with Bailey's Irish cream.
'I didn't know I still had that'
'You did not, I came with it'
 He poured us cups and sat beside me, lifting my head and placing it on his firm limbs. He kissed my forehead and offered me the cup and that made me sit up.
We started at each other and he drops the cold cups with ice cubes on the table beside the couch. I watch the cups and he moves my face to his.
We were kissing slowly and I wondered if I was going to wake up again.
'Where is your mind?'
'Where have you been?_, I asked trying not to tell him he was on my mind and in my dreams.
'Working and missing you'
'You just flew in'
'You can Tell'
'Yes and you have on the shirt I bought for you'
'Yes I do'
'And the kids?'
'With grandma'
'She let's you call her grandma?'
'She loves them like they are her children'
'She knows you are here', I add.
''No, but she keeps mentioning you as if she wants...'
'We both know what she wants', I add getting bored and trying to leave.
'i am sorry, I didn't mean to bring her up'
'I know', I add watching him lock his hands in mine and then hugging me.
'How are you now?', Daniel asked.
 I wanted to kiss him but I was too tired, instead I shut my eyes and tuck myself into him.

  The darkness outside confirms it was late and as I stretch, I watch Ajoke and Nnoye watch me. I smile and stretch and know that this is not a dream. I do not see Daniel but know he was the one that let them in.
'Hey', I add stretching and waking up all my cells.
'Daniel let us in, in your towel. Alone'
 Ajoke was screaming and I just sit up and try to pick tire it with a smile on my face.
Nnoye shakes her head.
'How long now?'
'What?', I try to understand what she was insinuating.
'You and Daniel'
'Please', I protest and reach for a fresh hot cup of coffee. I taste It and know its Daniel that made it.
'My dear, you can't dodge this one ooo. In fact, I am going to add Bala to this call'
 I stare at the large screen in Ajoke's hand with Celine staring at me. I Wave at her and she is not happy.
'Touche', I add and Celine gasps.
'Shameless girl', Celine adds and I stick my tongue out at her.
'This means war', Celine really wants our children related by blood. But Alan is on another continent and I am here.
 Nnoye says nothing and does nothing. My phone is beside her and ringing and then Daniel's mother's name and picture pops up on it. Nnoye stares at it then hands it over to me, she is almost in tears and stands up and pours herself a large glass of Bailey's Irish cream.
   What a mess, anyway. Me I no send anybody, for now I am living life for me. And I will enjoy it to the fullest, let's all just live to the fullest and have fun. It cures headaches....

**"ADE'S JOURNAL", Season 3, Episode 75**

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Adebusola Ukayat Elegbede is a Playwright and Content creator with a passion for real life challenges. Born in Kaduna state and lives in Lagos Nigeria, she has a passion for story telling from the perspectives of characters in conflicting situations. I started out on the New Writing Project in Nigeria with the British Council Lagos Nigeria and The Royal Court Theatre, Sloane Square U.K. My passion for creating stories led to comic books, television drama's and an online journal on my website (busolaelegbede.com). As part of the WPIC in Stockholm Sweden 2012, the experience has forged life long friends and ignited my passion as a volunteer and advocate for human rights and the United Nations 17 Sustainable Development Goals.

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