Sleeping on the Floor

Luna Rose, my wife, I don't know if she hates or likes me, let alone loves me. She pulled me closer to her and when I touched her a little, she just kicked me out of the bed! She says, "Just shut up and lay down on the floor now."

I say, "Luna, can you please forgive me?"

"Didn't I order you to shut up?"

"Please... I need your care and love."

She laughs, "Care? And love? Ha ha ha ha! Wake up to reality."

I sit on the bed and she immediately kicks me again. I fall down on the floor and start to sob, "Please..."

"Will you shut up? Or do I need to make your cheek warm?"

I wipe my tears away and lay down on the floor, not wanting to fight in this midnight.

"Good boy." She waits for a minute and asks, "How are you feeling?"

"Not that good."

"Do you need a blanket?"

"I would be glad if you let me use a blanket."

"Well, I won't be glad if I do so."

I didn't say anything, trying to process everything that happened in my mind.

"I have an interesting idea for you."

"What?"

"Take off your t-shirt."

"It's 20 degrees Celsius temperature!"

"So what? Feel some cold."

"No, Luna, please, don't make me sick."

"What was rule number one?"

"Luna..."

"Take it off now!"

"The floor is already too cold to sleep!"

"No excuses, just do what I said."

"So, you won't show some sympathy, right?"

She laughs cruelly, "Sympathy? What's that? I don't know."

I sit up on the floor and take off my t-shirt. I hand it to her, "As you wish, take it."

"Good boy," she pauses for a moment and takes my t-shirt, "Now lay down on the floor."

I lay down and close my eyes. I'm trembling due to the cold temperature.

She suddenly sits up on the bed and says to me, "Let's make it more interesting."

"No, Luna, please... Let me sleep now."

"I'll dip the t-shirt in cold water and you will sleep wearing the wet t-shirt, okay?"

"Are you mad or something? Look, that will be too much."

"Okay baby, I think your situation now is already enough for me to enjoy. Sleep well, good night."

"Night."

(In the morning...)

I am sleeping on the floor when she gets up. She looks at me for a while and suddenly kicks me hard in the stomach. I scream in pain and grab my stomach. She says, "Wake up, lazy idiot!"

I didn't get up and she kicks me again. I scream and say, "What was that for?"

"Are you going to get up, or do I have to continue?"

"Stop, please..." I sit up on the floor.

"Get up soon," she says and kicks me again. I fall to the ground and am not able to stop my tears. She says, "Stop, idiot. Stop crying. Or else..." I wipe my tears immediately. "Get up soon," she adds. I stand in front of her as she takes my t-shirt from the bed and throws it towards me. I catch it and she says, "Get dressed, wash your face, brush your teeth and come here after you are done. You have only two minutes. If you waste my time..." She laughs cruelly.

"I won't... waste your time," I say and enter the washroom.

She sits on the bed and waits for me. I enter the room after being fresh. But, unfortunately, it took a little more than two minutes. She says angrily, "Why did you take extra time?"

"I... I am sorry."

"How many times do I have to forgive you?"

"I'm really sorry."

"Come near me."

As I move closer to her, she slaps me across my face hard. "Ouch..."

"Will you be late again?"

"No, I won't."

"Fine." She waits for some seconds and says, "When do you have to attend your class?"

"Around one PM."

"It's eight and you have to take breakfast."

"Should I order something? What would you love to eat?"

She slaps me again and says angrily, "Don't dare to waste our money. I eat homemade foods only."

"Oh, okay, should I help you to reach the kitchen?"

She laughs and says, "Do you need more slaps to understand that you will be cooking from now on?"

(To be continued...)