A pang for Sparkling

Sometimes I get a pang. I can't help what it is, but I know it is a strong urge to see Sparkling Eyes. To see her smile and rub her feet and listen to any concerns she has. In return...In return. . . . I know it will come to me shortly, hold on. . . . She will tell me to shut up if I talk too much while there is a TV program on she likes, ensure I have lots of little jobs to do, importantly keep me fed and quite often tell me off for putting the t-towel where it should not be. I've taken this as an OCD thing and do my best to comply, but it is difficult. This is because my normal nature is to be untidy which I can't help and it is a continuous fight against. I must also add, it becomes my job to feed the cat or let him out at 4:30 a.m. when he has decided to start meowing. If I am asleep, or if I have woken up and am pretending to be asleep at the time, I am then nudged by Sparkling to get up and do the business. After all it is the least I can do. Hopefully, I'm not still drunk and don't hit my toe on something because I'm blind as a bat at such an unearthly hour of the morning. The cat carries on meowing as he leads the way down the stairs and I am clutching onto a banister. If I talk to him he answers me back. This is the nature of cats. After waiting for him to eat any food I must give him my next task is to open a door or window so he can go out. Ten minutes or so later I get the chance to return to bed. Sparkling then has pulled the duvet tight around her leaving just about enough for me to cover one arm. I don't want to wake her up so somehow then have to tug on the duvet and try to get it back on my shivering body. But regardless of all the trials I go through, not to mention the mischievous Rock Chick who loves to put me into hot water, by twisting things I've said. Yes, so regardless of the hardships I endure with the strength only a man can have, I still pang and look forward to every moment I can spend in Sparkling's company.

Saying this though doesn't mean I can am able to do a 24/7 stint in her wonderful presence. Naturally I'd go crazy and she would probably want to kill me, which is usually a signal to get out and have a run, or a walk to the local Tesco. Then maybe a couple of hours later, I am sufficient tired as not to cause any more problems for Sparkling. If Sparkling is up to it she will come and collect me in the car when I have worn myself out. If she is feeling I need more time then I'm told to get a sack of potatoes and walk back, because the exercise will do me good. When I think of it Sparkling sure knows how to keep me on her fishing line. But I don't want to go anywhere, I am quite happy where I am. And can't wait to see her again.