At Your Convenience

"Night, love."
I caress myself tight and go to an uncomfortable sleep.
"Morning, love."
He leaves home, eyes red from his e-one-night stand. I start rummaging his magic box. There they are in the history; Hot Girls Dance Video... I feel that my husband has continued the title like this:...who are not like the elephant-woman I keep at home.
I leave a letter in the magic box: "Don't you ever touch me ever again. Had you erned enough money and married that beloved of your past-self, you've had her moving her hot body before your very passionate eyes. Just don't tell me you don't remember her! Who do you think I am? It's not logical to marry a woman, simply because she seems to have better tolerence for hunger!"
Well, he didn't want to touch me in the first place.
Shivering, I sit beside a cute houseplant at the top of the stairs and listen to my stomach rumble. I think of my blindself a year ago. At a very strange moment, I notice how amazing the houseplant is. As if it's been performing the fairest dance of all times and then the world has stopped for a second, only to leave it petrified in time. I let my tears fall on the pure creature's soil. I suck its soft leaves and swallow them with great pleasure. "See, we can be happy together..." it whispers into my ear.
"What in the world made you think you can kill yourself by chewing a few poisonous leaves, love?!"
his wet eyes meet mine: "What's infecting your mind, love?!"
"Night, Love"
"Morning, Love"
"Hi John. I saw the video you recommended. I don't think it's appropriate to use those sets of colours in the factory ad." I close the magical mail box.