With friendly fish swimming wall-papered scenes and potted plants drawing the outside in, through glossy pages of smart magazines I wait in silence, hands under my chin.
I lose myself in prints, framed on the walls, cool pastels depicting a seaside view; then, as I wait, so easy to enthrall I stare out into space, without a clue.
I really don’t know what the others hear as romance escapes me in lover’s sighs, eager I wait for when she will appear to capture me with her hygienist eyes…
...and as she tells me, “Go ahead and rinse,” my blurry mind hears “Marry me, my prince!”
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