Single mommy

Early in the morning rings the alarm, here we go for another boring day facing ups and downs in the fully alleys of life. Drop the baby at the nursery, no time to follow the trends of life. Alone at home raising the baby, cleaning the house, fries clinging to each other in the kitchen, water sinking in the bathroom. Time to put the baby to sleep.

Long can be the night, if, nobody to caress my soul, to retrieve my inner pain, to ease up my hands in those chains, so, to freely plow my lane. Lying on my bed, half cover my body, i try to escape my loneliness in an unknown world full of fantasy, where i imagine myself got married to the best gentleman ever.

Who am i, to not care for myself, to not feel the joy of a married woman, experiencing those spicy nights, feel the warmth of a stranger body over mine, nose smelling the fragrance of a male alien chasing its prey straight to its death.

Reality brings me back from my sleepiness, i half open eyes in a quiet room, are scattered all around baby toys, and layers, playboy magazines, and fliers. No early morning sex or kiss.Vexed or pleased, i will never surrender.Peace!