She just wants …
To lie in bed eating chocolates, dark chocolates, maybe a few will have nuts. Maybe she will also have an orange, and a cup of tea.
That bed to be a king-size bed with room to sprawl out with books beside and pillows behind, and, of course, the box of chocolates, some with nuts.
The pillows to be covered in silk, blue like the sky silk and green like emeralds silk. If there needs to be pink on the pillows, she just wants it to remind her of the inside of a seashell dredged up from the ocean depths, still feeling shy at finding itself in the sunlight.
She just wants …
Books strewn over half the bed, books she has never yet read, with gold-edged leaves, that pulse there on the handwoven spread, inviting her to open the cover, and other books with thumb-worn pages and mellow spines that already know she loves them and they will always have a home. She just wants to take her time deciding.
She just wants …
A cat, or maybe two, curled up at the foot of the king-size bed, cats that purr when she wiggles her toes against a rounded feline tummy.
She just wants …
To have someone else to pay the bills and boil the carrots, to fold the laundry, to call the vet, to send the cards, to sweep the green and white floor clean for today.
To have someone collect all the bits of a day and put them in a basket just outside her closed door, to hold them there for safekeeping, for tomorrow.
She just wants …
Someone else to answer the phone, or as is most likely the case, to check the caller ID and let the phone ring itself out since the caller is, once again, Anonymous — Out of Area.
She just wants …
To be Anonymous and Out of Area, there behind the closed door on the king-size bed with the box of chocolates, dark and dreamy, and the Books-in-Waiting.
She’s just wants …
The sky-blue and emerald pillows to cradle her, and the cats to look up and yawn and stretch and go back to sleep.
NOTE: This piece is inspired by a collection of poems called "She Just Wants," by Beverly Rollwagen
