_Another night, different place, different reality_

That one night, among the other sixty nights.She stared at him who was busy playing on his tablet. It was some kind of routine, He  played games or watch videos. She knew a little about those games, and videos he watched in a foreign language. That didn't even stop her to watch along attentively and asking question every now and then, while she curled up on his arm.

Most nights, it was always a silence between them, just the sound of youtube filling out the room before they went to sleep. Both of them were a quiet type, especially her, who locked all her secrets herself. For her, It was always a challenge,to even tell how her day was.And every single time, she felt the needed to complain, she wouldn't dare to say a word.

How would she dare to question a perfection?
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He was a masterpiece, sculptured in form of beautiful blue eyes, and curly golden crisp hair. She loved staring at those blue eyes, not only those were beautiful, yet it also sparked some sort of serenity. His inconsiderate manner was just another beauty color of his.And every single word comes from his mouth soothed her, more than anything she could have ever known, more than the beer, the coffee or the music. 

She just could not stop admiring him, even he was truly inattentive. For most of part, he didn't let her peek inside his mind. It was unhealthy of her, to check out his phone now and then, trying to look quickly whenever he typed a message. She grew jealousy, even before, it never mattered .Now, It was  a new word, in her vocabulary. 

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Despite those, she had a favorite time when he let her chose the playlist and play it loud. As she let the dress falling piece to piece into the ground,he followed her and curved his lips. Sometimes, he shouted " Wait for me !". The shower, was rather  small for both of them to fit in. " move a bit !" he said while trying to enter the shower. She obliged him, just like a  lost puppy;  She let him took control of everything.

She would dance along the flowing hot water, matching the rhyme with the music and closed her eyes. It was something eternal, something that gave her piece of mind, reassurance and sense of belonging. She simply loved it, nothing less, nothing more. Never ever, she would trade every gold with those moments. Seeing the water flowing through his body, the other side of him, which nobody ever knew. It was all impeccable, How he looked perfectly gorgeous with wet hair and  reddish cheek under the flowing hot shower. It was also,  a moment of truth where she shared her plans and he told a story. That was when, they both slowly revealing themselves, opening the  high wall between them. 

During those, He would also say " let me do your hair". He also didn't notice, she would curved her lips facing the foggy shower door.She loved whatever he would do to her. The way she was smiling, while he took care of her hair. did he notice how happy she was? how effortlessly she curved her lips?

Like a  little child, sometimes she would giggle and turned herself around, even before he finished washing her hair. He knew what she wanted. He read mind. Her mind. Then, they would go on and on,alongside the hot water fogging up the shower door. 

When they finished, and  the water  was still flowing in her tiny little body, she grabbed the towel from the chair.  She tried to dry herself but he looked at her, frowned and snatched the towel. " Let me do it for you". Then, he covered her hair with a huge towel of his ,and smiled broadly. He loved this, hearing her complained " ouch! my tiny head".

Soon as their ritual was done, they would go again,in their own  tiny wold, building up the wall. And sometimes she fell asleep to silence that was creeping between them. That was why, she loved the shower moment. The bliss which it offered, It was nothing but them. No phone, No distraction, just both of them in a small shower cabin, slowly, revealing themselves.

Today, was just another night, where she was staring at polaroid images on her wall. She missed those moment, disregard the reality she was currently having. She loved to lost, in one of her daydream.

> Images retrieved from : https://www.pexels.com and [this](https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=bcBbwJIhrN0)

> <h6>Note : I might have written this one already, but this version is a better one </h6>

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