Cindy

After a long sleep with the most pleasant dreams, the nightmare began. John, John, wake up! Meu, Nivedita, Nivedita was what I whispered. I opened my eyes, and what I saw was something completely different. Years ago it was a pleasure to wake up next to her, but since the last couple of decades Cindy's face became the last thing I wanted to see in the morning.

As so many times now the questioning began. Why were you whispering “Nivedita”? Why John, why? After grasping my teeth and putting it in my mouth, I already had my first lie for the day put together.

One of my talents, lying. My brain was something that never developed too well, probably caused by the republican bedtime-story's my mom used to tell. Long time ago I was even so stupid to take a job as kamikaze-pilot for the American Establishment, in Vietnam. Luckily my stupidity was so overwhelming, I did not manage to take my airplane of the ground, this saved my life. Being smart is not always helping, have a look at our current president. But lying was brought into me thanks to the republican propaganda which was always at hand in our house.

After telling my wife that I was having a nightmare because Nivedita almost made a mistake yesterday by using the wrong polish for my shoes, Cindy took the lie and left me alone... for a while a least.

As we are talking about my nightmare, it was not over yet. That old women I just woke up with, took action herself now. Nivedita survived, but had several broken ribs and her face was completely covered with blood. Too ugly to have sex with, maybe it's time to find a second housekeeper for solving these issues.