After taking the lunch, I went to take some rest, I could not sense when I fell asleep, on one of the two chairs. I sat on the chair, which was closer to the window, and the other one was away from the window view. One watch was tossed on that chair. I thought he used it. That's why I sat on the other one. When I woke up, I saw one shawl of mine, was shrouded over me, to cover my body. I was rubbing my tired eyes. I did not want to call one of those caretakers, but I did as my whole body was not supporting me to get up. I asked for a black coffee.
After finishing two cups,
I went to the dressing room. How dare of him or her to open my side and fetch my shawl? And it was, without my permission. When I opened a few shelves to find the rest of the shawls, I could not. I found all of my dresses arranged in his wall cabinet and almirahs. Half of one shelf was filed with his half with mine. I did not like it. He had a huge cabinet settled on the whole wall on one side of the dressing room. It should separate five shelves for him, five for me. Not each of them divided for both. It is what the couple does. Maybe we are far away from it. I do not want my personal things put in a shared place. He will see mine, I will see his? That was totally a stupid idea. I do not like anyone to see any of my personal things. Like, seriously?
I was feeling my temper raised within a second. I was still standing in front of the cabinet with my folded shawl and did not find the suitable space to keep it. When I opened the corner part of the almirah, I found half of it with his drapes, cashmere, scarves, and ties. And half with my scarfs, veils, shawls, sarongs, ponchos. I was paused. Why on earth? They even put matched colours! His blue, grey, red, and black scarves beside my blue, grey, red, and black! I was feeling the temper of mine, wasn't listening to mine. It continued to raise and increase at its maximum level. Now, it is crossing the limit. But I gently placed my shawl on the top of the rest. I took a look, most of them were new, but still placed in there, with my other stuff. "Oh, when did you wake up?" I felt a shock, maybe for the third time, did not look away. I was behaving as if I was searching for one of my scarves. "Ah! A few minutes ago." I answered him, controlling the fire, burning my inside. "I am sorry that I did not wake you up and tell you to go to the bed. I thought you were tired, so I let you sleep there. Was it alright?" He asked me, his voice sounding like he wanted to tell me another thing. "Of course, and you did right, not waking me up. I do not like someone to wake me up, either. And thanks for the shawl." I can fake my tone, but not my reaction. Whether it is painful or rude, I could not. That was only the best point, I did not turn around, I did not want to face him anymore. I have no confession left. "No. I found no blanket for you. I just increased the AC power and covered you with it." I crawl my eyes, So it was you- thinking. "Thank you." I said my last word. As I was feeling like, I will not live here for longer.
I did not hear what he said further. I kept acting. I do not know. I can not share my things with him. I only hope for the relevant past scenarios. He should have listened. Maybe he needs to listen. I can only share those, not my stuff. Oh God! Things aren't helping there. I can not say him to separate those when it is already arranged there, suitably, according to them. My mind wasn't working at the moment. My temper was again increasing. I was hoping that when I fell asleep, why did I wake up? I could die in the meantime instead of facing those stupid sceneries.