This morning I woke up

when the maid rang the bell

just after we had resolved our issues

from the last decade,

dismissed our realities

for rumours, made love

till it sugared  and crystallized

into a happy ending

in my dream

but the maid

rang the bell

This morning I wondered

when kohl became a necessity,

when the maid

broke the stick

in her manic sweeping stint

and left

already?

While I strained to determine

If the dream had been long enough

To have begun at the crack of dawn…

This morning

I dressed appropriately to meet delegates

in the afternoon

while trying to figure out how the maid

could have cleaned it all

in a jiffy

given the expanse of our rooms…

Just how?

This morning

I logged in, re-read old mails

re-evaluated the amount of time I could have spent

in the bath

for the maid to have finished

by then

Signed out. Logged off

Shut the system down

found you blinking in the upper-left  corner

of my consciousness

The maid didn’t clean all the corners

this morning

That’s how