Short Muses Vol: 1

It was hell of a day really. Only work, work and work. Nothing actually happened but still, I was feeling irritated that day. Same as always. Just like other days that day ended well, I just wore a grey cashmere silk robe after a silky smooth bath, had my light chicken salad with avocado dressing as a dinner, when I was on my way to my luxurious comfy armchair with my wine then I got a message from my boss that I'd to receive a very special guest for a one night stand on my apartment. My irritation aroused more than earlier.

When I was trying to seduce myself to feel good about my present hectic life then the door bell ranged. It was half past 10 o'clock. Heavy rains making it more intolerable for me. I love to live alone and loneliness never bothered me. Never felt the need of a woman in my busy scheduled life before. Completely loving the fact that woman or any species of that race can't afford or tolerate me. At that moment of my life, I'd to entertain a lady guest. As lazy as I can ever be, my guest room always well decorated for my tastebuds. Sometimes, I fall in love with myself for such a selfless attitude. Very casually but firmly, without any hesitation or impatience, I took the liberty to open the front door for my lady guest.

That night was a rainy night, heavy rainfall made impossible for anyone to stay dry at any cause. I was surprised a little when I saw her, she was a mid age, size, weight and height woman. I never saw anyone like that who was middle in every possible ways, it was amazing actually. She was soaked in rain, shivering like a wet cat on my door, waiting for me to allow her to stay with me, slightly chubby but not bad at all, wore a grey silk, an evening dress with an embroidered brown linen jacket, slightly toned make up which was not washed by the stormy weather, hint of a red lipstick still hanging on her lips, interesting earrings which was probably made of brown silk lace, brown leather shoes with two moderate size briefcases which was also made by leather. As far as I was concerned, I was not expecting such a complete knocked down appearance of a guest at that night. I was happy and relaxed enough to be relieved that she was not a hot seductive person. I welcomed her with my utmost sincerity and showed her, my guest room. I prepared her dinner same as mine with a sherry. It was a cold rainy night, little warmth couldn't harm anyone, then I dived into my heavenly pleasurable armchair which was made of sandalwood with silk embroidery gardens and fairies playing with each other, singing and dancing, one of very rich client gave it to me as a gift. I was treating myself a little indulgence with soft melodies and love songs. I didn't know when I fell on sleep, it was a cosy night. In my deepest sensual sense, I felt a little warmth on my neck, it's like someone breathing my skin, my lips, my face then undone my robe knot, little bit of caressing warmth touch here and there that made me more comfortable to sleep in, I even felt a sensuous cold touch on my man's pride which made me more reluctant about my present state. I felt so relieved about my undying desire to my devotion for not taking any chances of her. That night was slightly different. I never felt so much about myself in my sleep. It was like warmth cold breeze taking air from me.

I woke up when my wife which was my mobile, ranged the alarm. Beautiful weather, very pleasurable sleep, my full body was alarming with soft sensational feelings as if I was with someone who caressed me, loved me, the whole night. I was horrified with that feeling at first, why I was going through such a complete awakening sexuality. I couldn't remember to feel such a feeling for a long time. I was so busy with my life and work, I was loving it. Whatever the reason, I was feeling awesome. Then I remembered my late night guest, I jumped on my own, checked my kitchen no dishes, my guest room which was completely empty but very nice smell coming from the room. I checked everywhere but no one was there. Then I found a bottle with a leftover perfume of lily of the valley. I was surprised but shocked at the same time. With confused emotions, I made my morning white, creamy coffee and sat down on my outdoor terrace, my little open greenhouse. After the heavy rain storms, the weather was breezy, dripping water drops from my garden flowers, soft sound of them making the weather more lustrous, cold touch of water and air made me more alive that day. My wavy hair feeling the wind as if whispering to my eyes and blurring it with confusion that I probably dreamt about her but then how could I explained to myself about the perfumed bottle. I was completely overwhelmed by the thought that a lady loved me the whole night, without a name or any kind of acquaintance, just vanished in the thin air , no message or anything. I felt loved that moment but unconditional love that we all read about. Never before experienced though felt hopeless too. I couldn't even remember clearly her face, I remembered her being, her presence, her appearance but didn't talked or asked anything. It was horrified by my ignorance. She took nothing, just left a little smell of her existence. After a while, I came to my senses and very confidently but smartly checked my mobile messages, looking for my boss, nothing there, no message from him that's been sent last night to host a very important client.

Half confused, half sullen man was I then, to start a new sensational day. That night was my best mystery moment that I slept away.

It's been a while that I personally thought about tailoring a suit. Sewing was not my passion but it became necessities and a hobby to encourage my artistic urges. I was an absolute genius on my career of teaching. I was a scholarship earner, great researcher, student counsellor and lecturer. I made so many students, career opportunities and life that sometimes I do wonder, what if, I was my own student counsellor or I could have a teacher like myself then probably I would not turned into a passionate tailor. it's not a frustrating life but I could have been more.

All the brilliance and ingenuity now passing through the every stitches I made.

I have five tailors and two laundry shops in total. Grace of my fortune didn't left me at least by the wealth but it never occurred to me that I needed a family with wife and kids. I loved the fact that I was what I was. Then that was the most extreme time for me. Me, myself and my unbounded passion of creation, enthusiasm for every new projects that my students wanted me to initiate and donate. Though I left my teaching life, I helped them occasionally because I was renowned in my past career. I had earned my own passion for existence in this world and continued it through my own hardship. Nothing in this world, my dear you can have without hardship as beyond any doubt but my luck was quite remarkable at that point. People I known were good people, helpful, experienced and well respected. My immense pleasure of investing interest on my work helped me a lot. So, I was satisfied, bored to my second choices of career, really sobbing to myself when I decided to start my personalized, tailored, readymade suits. It was at first, very unknowingly new artistic turn for me that's making me a newbie, a surfer against my usual kind of work shores.

At that struggling stage of my life that one, tiny short, sad but sweet woman made it more interesting work for me. She was a rich woman, richness was pouring out of her very existence. Big Mercedes car with chauffeur, golden brown leather shoes and purse, dark deep red velvet blazer, off white floral summer dress, with a hint of red lips and fresh sweet touched smell of rose and cinnamon, bright pink skin, seemed like garden fairy visiting me. I was stunned by the glaze of her eyes. Something about her that made me more distressful to myself. In every move of her, I found an elegance, smoothness, carefully looking every creation of mine, gently checking their fabrics, design and stitches. I loved the fact that she was admiring my work. I was frustrated for the very first time that I didn't made any women's suit or blazer. Double breasted, single breasted, embroidered, casual, prom, wedding parties every types of suits and coats she was checking out. It's a work of art that's been passionately presented to my clients. She was asking their prices and checking out all the materials. I was there in front of my desk waiting for her but she was taking her time to look around when I had to welcome her to myself. I asked her to know what was on her mind? She absent mindedly wanted to see my catalogue for the specifications. I took the liberty to show her my master pieces along with my catalogue. She was in her early forty, with tired cloudy dark brown eyes that's been sparkling from distance, hazel brown hair lazily hanging over her shoulders, slim toned body but not skinny, who was taking time to chose her suitable needs. I was feeling drenched by her presence. It seemed she was going through a lot in her early age, used a red lipstick to hide her chapped lips, so no one could notice, tired eyes showing her struggling lifestyle that she was trying to enjoy, pale skin turned to gorgeous shiny pink by make up. Smooth touch of her skin telling me that she was trying to take care of herself. She was taking more time than I expected, it was almost past three o'clock. My lunch and rest time was overindulging when she asked her chauffer to buy a lunch for us. My employees were all left, Saturday we closed early but because of her I had to take the responsibility to taking care of this order personally. I was overwhelmed by her care and generosity. After two hours careful waited patience of mine she wanted to see my new creation, I showed my ready made summer suits, casual suits, special party suits. She chose two cheap summer suits and one dinner suit and asked me about their prices. I felt bad to myself for being little bit disappointed and disturbed by her lateness. I gave her the prejudice to buy very special suits from my personal collections that's still I didn't displayed. She was so happy with her four expensive suits at less than retail price, her happiness touched my memories more than my shaken hands by her from our first meet. She was surprised by the cheapest prices of such a good quality and tailored suits, I explained that it was a special discounts for that day. Then her chauffer came with her lunch boxes. We had late luncheon together, she said it was her anniversary gift to her husband who took liberty time once a year to spend time with her for about a week, they still didn't take any kids but hopefully later, he was a very busy rich business man, his busyness couldn't make any time to have kids sooner after their marriages then the heavy rain started to fall.

It'd been nearly four thirty when she was leaving my shop. I thanked her for the lunch and welcomed her for the next time. That day I appreciated to myself for being so generous to this lovely, little, sad lady. Next time, I got the courage to launch ladies suits with especial discounts for only ladies but she never visited me again. That gloomy rainy day was my very precious moment of my career.

Camera which is just an another invented device for others but for me it was my only lady guest and companion that I had ever waited to be alone with. I was a freelance photographer. After finishing my academic studies, I started working on freelance journalism and photography. I worked with various fashion designers and magazines. My main suffering was models that I was worked with. Nudism is a very normal thing in this industry. Normal people might get furious but truth is, in this industry it's nothing to be ashamed of.

It's personally models choice, to make themselves available for every single projects. As less as they can be problematic, it would be the kindest thing to us who were working as a photographer. So, whenever I got chance of working on natural beauties, I jumped onto it. That gloomy day, I did the same thing, took the opportunity to take an exotic pictures of birds of paradise which is also called crane flower, as rare it could be it would be nicer for me. I was so excited that I needed to travel in South Africa between September to May. This rare flowers blooming time was then. It looked like a bird in flight so far as I read but to me it was a dancing gypsy girl. I packed up my things to travel for my exotic pictures.

Magazine that I was working for featuring on that flower, was taking care all my expenses. It was as usual another freelance job. They paid my travelling expenses and for further payment I just needed to claim it from them. I was a well known photo journalist that's why these facilities was to ease my pain of travelling to Africa. I like to travel lightly, as less expensive it could be, it would be great savings for me. Clients that I worked know these things, experienced, knowledgeable, hardworking people, so they understand the importance of doing so. I took my every possible transportations and ride to be in my desired place on time.

When I was arrived there, it was a dusk, this exotic flower was on the river banks in the coastal area around the garden route within the Western Cape provincial boundary. Not that easy to get in to take pictures. I stayed the night with nearby people for a night that day. In the morning, I started to relocate my subject. It was in eastern coast which could be seen of forest in shades. After a whole day spending with local authorities and people, I got the permission to make my, one man camp around the flowers where we had located that could be seen. I was at the blooming time of my subject, good grace of my luck, the company did the hard part to ease my pain. It stays a week, so, I needed to take my pictures at that moment. We chose the perfect suitable place to make my camp, under the trees, surrounded by wild forest, took away my inner peace. Local authorities said I would not have to go through wildlife or animals. Local people nearly killed all worried about those things. I would like the place and locals were nearby so, I should not be afraid. Though, I heard a lot but still not satisfied with the fact. I rented a hunting dog from locals to give me an extra security. I didn't even noticed that I already spent two days, I was totally exhausted, went to my bed early at about eight o'clock. In the middle of my sleep, I felt the presence of someone, trying to have comfort on my grasp, sometimes on my arms or my chest, it was like someone was sleeping with me but couldn't find the comfort as desired sensations. I didn't cared about it at all. Whatever it was, I probably slept with it.

On the next morning, I spent the whole day with the locals, was talking with them, playing with them, it was a good day, still I couldn't understand what was it? Last night, dream or reality? I was feeling the whole day that someone or something within my arms that I had hugged and slept with. Afterwards, as usual, I went on sleeping that night I was really frightened, same thing happened but that time I was awakened by the rubbing nose and cheeks on my face. Smooth, silky touch of a cold skin and hair. I was so afraid with the fact that I was checking with my torch over and over and my rented dog started to cry without barking, whole area was darkened with blackness. I was horrified and surprised a little then went to my sleep.

Next day, my luck shown the bright face to me, the flower was blooming. I sat my cameras around them so I couldn't miss a thing. I was relieved that my travelling and camping days were ending, another day was passing by. I tried to know if there was any urban legend incidents around the locals but nothing. They never encountered anything like that. That night I slept well. It'd been one week already but nothing happened like that night, few sounds of wild animals at night though, my rented dog turned in to a cat in front of me but I didn't cared a less. When I was leaving the locals, they gave me a departure gift, a handmade flute and foods to carry on. I loved the fact that they were so friendly and helpful to me or it could have impossible for me to do my work on time. I was on my end of travelling when I was checking my night vision video recordings. For a while, it seemed to me unnecessary then I saw that two nights videos, my camera caught a white some kind of a ball or an animal small like a cat thing, running around my camp, smudging, then it made my dog to cry. At first, he barked a little then my dog started to cry. Then I saw that thing entered to my tent, I was furious and worried what was that? Before I lost my mind, my plane reached the airport on time. With that urgency despair, I came to my home. I was very tired that day, I couldn't even unpacked my things before that, my company called me to show the footage. On my office studio, I had finished my work to submit my photographs. After finishing my work then I could relax to think about what I saw on my plane. I took a cold shower, ate my dinner and sat back to relax on my armchair and watching the rest of the video recordings to understand what was it, I felt those two nights? It turned out that ball was not a ball or a cat or any animal, it was a head!! A head of a beautiful young lady that turned into a white after her death. Whenever I realised what I grabbed that day on my arms, with what I spent my nights with, I shocked and stunned there. Then at sudden glimpse of my senseless nightmare, I felt a silky, soft shiny hair on my hand, I got more frightened, to even look on my lap that I was feeling. With the all grace of God, I looked at my lap that beautiful lady's head. I probably fainted on the chair. Next morning, I woke up by the soft touch on my cheek, that silky smooth skin and hair all around me. Out of fear, I couldn't even open my eyes to see the time because my friends supposed to call to meet with me. My phone was ringing but my manly pride was not allowing me to face the horror of my life. I probably fainted again.

I couldn't remember when I opened my eyes but I saw my friends took me to my bedroom, taken cared of everything and the flute that I was being gifted by the African locals, was on my neck. My body couldn't feel the soul until I saw my friend smiling in front of me. She was my high school friend, she explained to me, how was I founded by them, I was on my armchair, sleeping a deep sleep, at first they thought probably I was sick but then doctor said I was in deep sleep like a coma, not a single bruise or anything been founded on my body that could explained my state. So, that's why they laid me on my bed. I was listening to her but not a single word could make me calmer or relaxed from my horrifying experiences then my friend went to make a bowl of hot soup for me. She was on my bedside table just gave me the soup, she made, then the horrible incident happened that I was waiting for, that silky hair grabbed her neck and made her senseless. She probably could have killed my friend if I had not use the flute of the locals to whistle her . I was feeling numb so I could able to do that to save my friend. I saw that head feeling jealous of my friend, she was trying to please me all these times but I was so afraid that I couldn't appreciate her love and devotion. When I understood her feelings, I got the courage, I sent my friend to hospital for caring, I forgot every fear, went back to my usual life. However, I was not alone, my loneliness was gone, I accepted the fact that whole life, I was learned to live alone but that time was over then, whenever I went back home, I got someone that's been waiting just for me. She woke me up by her sweet kisses, she never made any sound as far as I had seen, just I need to allow her to spent time with my cheeks, face on face because she loved it, the best way for her, to show her unconditional love to me, sleeping with my cheeks or within my arms, felling in sleep on my chest, as long as my heart was beating she was there, trying to do everything as loyal lover could do, pleasing each other, me and my soundless aly.