The Queen of England
So my girlfriend woke up this morning and decided she was going to be the Queen of England! I know what this means, it means she'll expect me to run around after her all day, if I dare to go on strike, well let's just say I will probably suffer from earache! She'll want to know why I don't want to treat her like a princess…… Sometimes it's just easier to play along with her games rather than fight them.
"Rory, RORY". There's my call!
"No come here, I can't talk to you through a wall!" As I walk through she's already complaining about something.
"Really Rory, I do believe you need more training, you're meant to come as soon as I shout! You really don't know how to play the game properly"
"It's not chief, it's princess." Surely it's the same I thought. She wanted tea and her favorite sun flower seeds brought to her. You may think I'm being a coward, giving into her too easily and that within the relationship I have a poor existence, but believe me sometimes it's just easier to humor her when she's in one of these moods. The thing is, she thinks she's being witty and cute. She doesn't realize she's just being really annoying! As the shouts from 'Her Majesty' get more frequent and much, much louder, I turn to my painting and try to sink myself into my art. My imagination goes wild when I lose myself in my art. I see nothing, I smell nothing and most importantly I hear nothing, but the work on the canvas. The rich smell of the paints raise from the canvas, fill my nostrils and I lose myself in a world where if you fall to earth from a cloud you don't even cause an injury, a land where the 2 % difference between apes and humans seems much less noticeable. Where what you draw on the paper comes alive and dances in front of your eyes. What you see, smell and hear becomes a reality and fills every sense that you hold. I'm awoken from my Trance like state by, not a loud voice, but a soft and gentle one close to my ear.
"Rory, why did you leave me, I missed you." I was kind of expecting it. Leave her alone for long period of time she becomes bored of her games and turns back into the sweet Becky I liked in the first place! She quietly curls up on the couch and watches me closely with her eyes I become lost again within my painting. You see my painting is essential, and she knows that. She knows that I have to lose myself in my work, otherwise she might have been assassinated a longtime ago on one of her other 'Queen of England' days!
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