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CHAPTER 1 of Don't Call Me Crazy! I'm Just in Love
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The beating alarm sounds clangorously. The time is 3:00 a.m. Anika dreams of black pearl surroundings, a flash of white light, the sun, moon, and planets charging towards her. She quivers with icy cold fear and takes three elongated profound breaths while awakening out of her apprehensive slumber. She looks at her clock, turns on her light, looks at her watch, and says with a tone of distress, “Damn!†She springs up like a chicken with its head cut off, grabs a few articles of clothing, quickly dresses, and leaves, slamming the door behind her. She steps into her 1985 lusterless blue-black Ford to embark on her long journey to the home of the love of her life. The one that she hopes to marry one day; an eternity can pass and she will still be waiting, with ring finger pointed, for his hand in marriage. She performs her daily ritual. She buckles her seat belt, starts up her engine, and puts in music. The music that makes her feel at home. The music that makes her feel love for herself and others. The joy of music is what holds her together, what gives her the stamina to struggle through life’s trials and tribulations. She can now drive, for she has found that right song for that right moment.
She is so observant while driving in the midst of nightfall throttled by the chalked fog, she sees flags of USA swaying from poles grounded near store fronts. Her eyes stop past bravery crimson and glances at the purity of a royal sky filled with opal stars, which to her represents peace and tranquility, freedom, choice, love, honor, and the hope of fulfilling the American dream. She sees car dealerships, great buildings of great corporations. She feels she can have anything she desires, anything she lays her eyes upon, anything. She is observant to how entrepreneurs choose to advertise, the colors they use, the words used, the symbols used, for she wants to possess the same creativity that entrepreneurs possess. She wants the same material possessions that those entrepreneurs possess. She wants the beatification that she sees those entrepreneurs’ wives possess.
She remains content as she listens to her music. She knows there are strategic steps to take to acquire the material possessions that are wanted. She exhales, inhales, and then exhales once more. She’s so confident. She can stare at anything she chooses and still drive, without losing focus. Through her car mirrors she sees everything. No need to worry. She fast-forwards her CD to one of her favorite songs. This song reminds her of him, the one; he is and has always been the one. She begins to sing “he's the only one i loveâ€
Before she knows it, she has made it to her anticipated terminus. She excitedly jumps out of her car, runs up to his door, and knocks. After the third knock, here he comes running up to the door like a spider man. Mosi’s bare nut-brown muscular chest and massive broad shoulders greet her with a wet hug. She can’t help but stare as his athletic shoulders squeeze through his white tee. He is a towering, slender, well-built man. He would make any woman melt down to her knees. He’s rough though, rough around the edges. He is her opposite, even though when he spoke his first words to her, she knew he was the one. He was so down to-earth, an honest man, faithful, loyal, and someone who would never leave her side.
Anika met Mosi in one of her business courses. He had his eye on her for the entire semester but never said a word. He was swept away by her beauty. Any other time with any other woman he would have approached like a jungle predator. But around Anika he remained without words. Anika had to be the one to initiate conversation. She also had her eyes on him the entire semester. In the last month of classes she realized she would have to make the first move. It was on a Friday, she remembers, right after Christmas. She arrived ten minutes early to class, for she knew he would be the only one waiting for class to start. And she would have her opportunity to speak to him with no interference from other classmates. She gathered her uneasy nerves and spoke.“Did you get anything good for Christmas?†she asked?He was startled by her voice. So much time passed and she never spoke a word to him before. He swallowed the swollen lump in his throat and fought to speak just one word. His first words stumbled on his tongue.“I, I had a good Christmas. I got many gifts. How about yourself?†Mosi asked.Anika was then struck with words of a player. “I wish I would have had you for Christmas,†Anika said. The ice was then broken and they began to chuckle.
Before meeting Anika, Mosi was a player. He didn’t believe in being faithful to one woman. He thought monogamy was believed in by the insane. Handsome man that he is, women cater to him. He didn’t have to lift a finger. He had one woman who would clean for him, one who would run his errands, and one who was available for sex any time his body called for it. Anika to Mosi is a wonder woman. She is a beautiful young Capricorn born in January and unknowingly surrounded in purple rain, which is the natural color of her aura. She has a petite seducing figure that curves into an hour-glass shape. Her long jet-black hair shines as it flows down her slender back and her flawless coffee skin is as beautiful and smooth as silk and sateen. She is kind and only wants to help those in need. Her need to help is so keen that sometimes she is pulled into what many call drama. And how one gets sucked into DRAMA is easily understood. Her favorite color is burgundy and sometimes she loves to dress in lilac with waves of gold necklaces. She is of confidentiality and others enjoy telling her all, for they know she will tell no one. She is different from most. She feels she can solve all things through love.
Mosi smiles, his bleached snow-white teeth are lined in a row of perfection. The warmth of his smile takes her breath away every time. Inhale, pause, exhale, pause, inhale, pause, exhale, pause…. His jaw thrust forward and he kisses her softly curled plum lips. The corners of her mouth then turn upwards and she returns his kiss.“So how was the long drive?†Mosi asks as his aroused pupils welcome her into his lavish home. His home has a look of professional interior decoration. His late renaissance canvas covers his beige walls. His ivory ceiling appears to rise without ending, and his eggshell carpet feels of rabbit fur.“Fine, I love to drive,†Anika replies.He fixes her a late-night snack. They both sit on his leather chaise and enjoy watching, on his 65-inch television, those movies that brings light to the knowledge of self. Anika’s eyes begin to doze and Mosi awakens her.“You’re not falling asleep already, are you?†he asks as his u- shaped grin presses up against his dimples. She does not reply, only wakens fully and staggers towards the bedroom, for she knows what is wanted without saying a word.
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