BEHIND THE LAST WINDOW

The outside world was unknown to her, but she could see a glimpse of it through the window in his room. Nestled under fine-woven sheets laced with blue and purple silk, she sat up in the window seat, given to her by her new master, the man she shared her room with. Looking outside the clear glass aperture, there were two mockingbirds: one male, one female both chasing after each other with every chirp met with a kiss, on each other’s’ beak. Feeling the heat of the sun wrapping around the top of her neck, increasing it's intensity, she moves her gaze to the bottom of the sequoia tree right outside her hotel room. There, two scavenger crows, often mistaken for ravens, search for pestilence of the innumerable creepy crawling things beneath the ground, of whom mankind knowns to be Hell.

Thought-provokingly enough, one blue jay and one mockingbird, each on a different limb of the sequoia tree, observe to be watching her as tears stream down her cheeks as she gazes at her hand, and then outside the glass wall, keeping her separate from what she sees as joy.

Her master, a bulky hunk of a man – around six feet and eight inches tall – ripped with boulders of stone-cold strength, fierce in stature, dimensions fit for a god – a deity of sorts, sits on the couch in a matching robe laced with blue and purple silk, with his hand on the remote to his gamer - XBOX - on “PLAY”. As she hears the tune of the “Mortal Kombat” video game, a flare of both anger and rage enters her psyche, like a mighty and rushing wind, ready to blow. Interrupted, she hears a man and woman arguing by the same sequoia tree… “Interesting,” she thought, just when one thinks that they are alone in the world, GOD always shows him or her, that they’re not.

Nearing closer to her clear fenestra, her only connection to the rest of the world, she’s enticed by the heated conversation. What’s this she hears?

They were at breakfast, on the bottom floor of the lobby, and he was flirting with another woman, while she was preparing their continental breakfast, in the far-left couple’s booth surrounded by lemon bushes, caddy-corner to the powder rooms…

She no longer feels the heat of her anger and rage, storming within her. She thought:

“WOW, I’m on my honeymoon, too. He never did that, but – we’ve been here for two weeks so far. This “extended-stay” vacation was his idea. We’re here for another two weeks. We’re from New York. Manhattan, to be exact; I wonder where they’re from. I was sold on this objective, because he promised me all the romance I want - is he done with me already?”

Hmmm… He doesn’t think she’s better than her. He was just being kind, because he tends to come off rude – one of his New Year’s Resolutions... Funny… Okay, she’s exotic-looking – tan skin, size zero, with perky size D tits and long straight hair to her butt.

But she has white skin, blonde hair and blue eyes, she thought; but what does that matter, these days?

The ruckus of her master’s – XBOX - video gamer disturbed her concentration.

Oh wait, now he reaches for his cell phone to call his friend - his best man - to stick-it-in his face, that he beat him.

I just wanted our lunch to be outside under the sequoia trees… I just love talking to him when its’ just me and him. We just haven’t done that in a while… With all of his new business ventures, $100 million wedding and his new contracts with the LEMONADE FACTORY and the NBA. I just want him back.

She gazes down at her hand, again. Smiling, she lets out a smirk, sounds of a lite giggle, fill the hotel room; and, she begins to think:

“Okay, this is what I signed-up for.”

“Hey honey, are you ready to have lunch? Where would you like to go?”

She tells him that they can stay in, and eat downstairs near the lobby of Wuksachi Lodge.

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