Consolation Prize

Thought you should know:
When he kisses you,
He’s thinking of me.
When he’s making love to you,
It’s me that he sees.
When he gets down on one knee,
He’s proposing to me.
‘Though you’re the one in his bed,
He’s dreaming of me.

He’s thinking of me.
It’s me that he sees.
You’re just the rebound.
It’s me that he sees.

Thought you should know:
When he shows you that smile,
I’m in his heart.
He tells you he loves you,
Because we’re apart.
He reads my S.O.S.
When I’m in distress.
I’m the reason he goes quiet,
Why he feels lost and upset.

I’m in his heart,
Even when we’re apart.
You’re just the rebound.
He’s thinking of me.

And now you know:
When he kisses you,
He’s imagining me.
When he’s making love to you,
It’s me that he sees.
If he gets down on one knee,
He’s proposing to me.
You may be the one in his bed,
But he’s dreaming of me.

He’s thinking of me.
It’s me that he sees.
You’re a consolation prize,
While he’s missing me.

 

- Josie -

Ocean Meditation

A soft, rhythmical hushing drifted around her. Warmth tingled her cheeks. She hummed, inhaling a slow, deep breath, through her nose. A familiar salty, sea air scent washed over her. Exhaling through her mouth, she flickered her eyes open. Her toes sunk into the sand, as the water danced at her ankles. As she seeped in another slow, deep breath, she arched her head towards her left. Bright, crystal clear turquoise water stretched out around her. Holding her breath, she fluttered her eyes closed and returned her head to face forward. Upon counting to four, in her head, she released a soft, slow whistling breath. Her shoulders relaxed. A gentle sloshing disrupted the water ahead. She remained clam, inhaling another deep breath through her nose, keeping her eyes closed.

A glowing warmth entered her personal space. Keeping her eyes closed, a smile spread across her face. As she exhaled, her left cheek pressed into a soft fabric and two arms wrapped around her. A tingling spiralled from her heart. Leaning into the embrace, a hum escaped her. The grip around her tightened, until the gap between then ceased. As she inhaled another, slow breath, her smile tingled her cheeks, hearing the heartbeat of her companion.

The soft, rhythmical hushing of the ocean danced around them. As she continued with her meditative breathing, the two remained still. Any worries drifted away. Her heart hummed. A comforting calmness and warmth of positivity flooded her body, as she melted into their embrace.

- Josie -

Giants

(Josie Sayz: This is just part of a story, inspired by work. I’m not really interested in writing anymore, right now, so I thought I would post hat I have. Maybe I ill feel like returning to it, one day. My ADD is playing up a lot right now and making me bounce from one thing to another and lose interest in things easily, so I don’t see myself wanting to finish it anytime soon. I have sat down with the intention several times, but nothing comes to fruition.)

 

Fingers tapped on the keys of keyboards, as six people sat around their desks in the centre of their office. Sunlight flickered in through the glass front wall. All heads were focused on their dual screens, as several passers-by gawked at them, from the window. Josie, the red head sat in the corner, closest to the corridor door, shuddered as a child thumped his fist against the window. She flickered a glance to her right, to see her two colleagues, Hannah and Curtis, sat beside her typing away. Opposite her, the three other members of staff, Kelly, Hayley and Luke, also appeared unaffected by the child’s actions. Josie flickered her eyes down and returned to typing. The six worked on in silence for some time, with the rhythmical taping of their keyboard keys and the soft songs of the radio as the room’s only sounds.

Thud. The room vibrated. Thud. The windows rattled in their frames. Thu-thud-thud. A photo frame danced across the shelf. “The giants are awake,” muttered Curtis, the blond man, sat at the end of Josie’s row. Groans were muttered. Thud. Thud. Thud. Hannah’s coffee slopped over the edge of her mug. Growing through gritted teeth, Hannah spun around on her chair and tugged a square of kitchen roll from the tube on the bookcase, behind Josie, and mopped up her coffee puddle. “Sshhh,” hissed Curtis. “They’ll hear you.”

“They can’t hear me,” Hannah scoffed. Bang. Smash! Josie jumped, with a gasp.

“What was that?” gasped Hayley.

“You’ve really done it now Hannah,” Curtis warned.

“What?” Hannah exclaimed. “You’re talking louder than I growled,” she declared.

“They can sense your negativity towards them,” Curtis told her.

“You growled and now one of our plates in the kitchen is broken.”

“Remember what happened to Paulina,” warned Kelly.

“Who’s Paulina?” asked Luke, the newest to the group.

“Exactly,” Curtis grinned, with a nod. “Exactly indeed.”

 

- Josie -