I pressed the door shut with my shoulder. As the door clicked gently, I took a deep breath, smiled and returned to the lounge room.
“You know, you’re not going to get a boyfriend, sending them home after that.” Sitting on the kitchen bench was my love cherub.
“Shit, you scared me. What do you want?” I eyed my plump little cherub with his robe falling off his fat little shoulders.
“And stop eating that. These,” ripping the packet of chips out of his hands, “are for the kids.”
I lay down on the carpet between the dining table and the cabinet. I could still smell him. I stroked the cabinet and closed my eyes, my breath was deep and my heartbeat pounded deep within my chest, it was making my fingers tremble.
“You’re ridiculous, just look at you.” Cherub was moody tonight. I’ve seen him like this before.
I propped myself up on my elbows. “You know what?” His pudgy little white face looked up from under his twirling ringlets. ‘You know what you are? You are a love cherub, l-o-v-e — get it? What just happened is a little thing you know nothing about. It’s called lust.”
I plopped back to the floor. “Not your territory, my friend.”
My mind retraced moments before, my lips twisted nefariously as I lay on the floor. I really couldn’t get up, it was an experience that naturally collapsed my legs and sent my mind into rapture. I was almost lost.
“Fine.” He slid off the counter top. “I’m leaving. When you’re ready to fall in love, call me.” He paused at the door.
“Sure, tubby, take yourself, your robe and your silly little bow and arrow and go for a very long, strenuous walk.” I held my arm up in the air gesturing a final curt wave. “And leave my keys on the counter.”
My love cherub threw them and they landed at the same time the door shut, a cacophonous clank.
I stretched out on the floor, contorting and twisting every muscle surrendering to the ache in the stretch. I sighed happily as my mind caught his face again.
I can see the things I’m dreaming of.