THE BLISS

The bed was still damp from what had happened yesterday. Ashton was still tired as he woke up. He looked to the side only to see Lyza tightly cuddling on to him. Her thin and long fingers were wrapped around Ashton's chest, shielding him from whatever ill fortune that would befall him. He smiled at Lyza who slept peacefully on his arm while he took the free arm behind his head. Her face upon his shoulders felt softer than the cotton stuffed pillow which Ashton cherished.

[AFTER A LITTLE WHILE]

"Roses are red

Violets are blue

If she doesn't get up

My hand will too!"

Ashton mumbled to himself as he felt his hand go numb.

'Oh God, Is this love worthy of a severed hand?'

'Only if I could just get her head a little raised!'

He thought to himself as he regretted his decision on lending his hand for her to lie down.

'Should I push her away?'

He felt mentally drained in making a simple decision.

As Ashton struggled to build up an idea, his little streak of luck acted up.

Lyza tried to wobble and add on to the little space in which she laid, like a worm on an unploughed field

'Your golden chance, you lucky bastard!'

Ashton cursed himself in joy as he suddenly pulled his hand from under Lyza's head. The 'pins and needles' sensation which came afterwards was a little too much for him to handle. He rolled over his bed and fell down on the floor as he tried his best not to make a sound.

"Well.. Well... Look who we have got here! My partner in crime!"

He told while he laid there holding on to his numb hand with a hard grip as he unclenched his teeth.

There was a lizard crawling on the wall above.

"Were we giving someone a steamy free show last night?"

"You four legged pervert!"

The morning was brighter than what Ashton presumed. He felt closer to even the little lives around him

Lyza rolled to her side and saw Ashton muttering to himself looking above.

"Good morning!", she said with a sweet smile.

"Morning?? I liked the night better! Looking forward to the next one!

Ahh…And we should trim your nails before that!"

Ashton told with a sarcastic grin as he stroked his hands through the reddish tinged wheals on the nape of his neck.

"I will be going to my salon today. They will need me."

'What for?'

Ashton thought as he stood up from the floor.

The smile on his face was soon to disappear as he thought about meeting the 'Jess-Jerry' duo in the salon. The confrontation he faced the last time was yet to be over.

"And let's go for shopping in the evening. I will come to pick you up."

He told Lyza as he saw her notice his change of emotion.

[SALON]

"You go in first!"

"No! You go!"

Ashton heard Jerry and Jess arguing from outside his office on who should enter first.

"Why don't you both get lost first?"

Ashton cried out from inside as he wished for the same.

"Hey boss!"

Jess told in an anxious tone as she opened the door to the office. Jerry pulled her pony tailed hair from behind signaling her to ask more.

"Ahh…Cut it out!" Jess mumbled in an irritated voice as she turned back and clenched her teeth at him.

Jerry seeing this pushed her to the side and came in front.

"So how's your dating life?" He spoke as he looked at his finger nails to show as if he was disinterested.

"Since when were you interested in my dating life?"

"Since your girlfriend showed up on your ceiling when I was peeing"

Jerry told mockingly.

"Ain't you gonna tell us the story?" Jess asked as she held on to her hands with anticipation.

'Yeah! Who else will explain the cops if he ends up hanging from the roof while she devour on his soul'

Jerry thought as a sense of fright crept through his spines. He had her doubts about her.

"Oh… It was nothing special. I met her that day at the salon and thought I should give it a try. And everything conspired in helping me to achieve it."

"Isn't that a dialogue in 'The alchemist'?" Jerry asked Jess while he scratched his head in doubt.

"Any way, I am glad that everything worked out in my favor."

Ashton told and stared at them signaling them to leave.

He was happy yet he didn't want 'the devilish duo' to catch him happy.

It was his own well reserved portion of bliss.