The Little Bird.

When I woke this morning the first thing to come to mind was my beautiful lady, this has been the case for the past week now. This morning I was sort of excited that there was just one more day to go without her. I started to think about how I would welcome her back in to my life, I want to give her the biggest hug and kiss ever and look in to those brown eyes of hers as we talk for hours about how much I’ve missed her and insist that she must never leave me again. Then I thought maybe I should restrain myself and just smile and hug her, but then I remember the rest of the staff and alas thought that this would not do either. Slowly reality was creeping up on me, the best official response to her return was as a work mate in which case and under normal circumstances it wouldn’t be out of place to give a smile and a pat on the back and ask how things went, but as I’m a work mate with protocol to follow this too has to be crossed from the list. So it would seem that my best offering is a,

‘Good morning Lady Alex’.

Which is just the bog standard welcome and does not seem a worthy welcome for someone so missed.

It was actually quite strange really because usually when I wake in the morning my thoughts are the most down to earth and reliable of the whole day yet this morning for a short while I actually felt close enough to her to take the first option when in reality she probably doesn’t even notice my presence other than that of the garden boy which is sobering considering all the dreams and aspirations I have in my head for our future together.

So today I must retrieve my sanity, I must sweep the dreams back under the carpet and remember I am the little bird twittering around outside in the cold waiting for some kind person to throw me a crumb and not the person through the window eating from the loaf.