He’s almost crying:
“I need her. I need her.”
And the gods are laughing.
“What an idiot.”
A sharp sting rises in me — don’t call him that!
And the gods keep laughing, slipping into familiar human faces, just goofing around.
I drift toward him — soft, careful, so I don’t startle him.
I reach out, touch his shoulder, trying to wake him.
And instantly I hear the reply — not a voice, but a warm vibration of his soul:
— He’s not asleep yet.
The meaning is clear without words:
his human self is awake, listening, near.
— Darling… — I call anyway.
He’s still half between worlds.
Sometimes we talk when he’s awake, sometimes when he’s not.
He’s so funny, and we laugh together at “Cobra Dynasty.”
He loves my humor. And my chest. Well… boys will be boys.
He pours chamomile tea for me.
I wince every time.
We both spit it out.
— What a disgusting brew.
— Oh, don’t even start.
— Why do we drink this at all?
— No clue. Some guy on TV said it’s “important for the spirit.”
We double over laughing — what nonsense.
Who actually cares about that?
Two souls laughing, drinking tea — this time with rosebuds.
He makes a dramatic face:
— My lady, would you care to inspect my esophagus?
— Oh, absolutely, sir.
He drinks his tea, and the rose travels through his body like a baby in a cradle.
— How was your day?
— Better not ask. He prayed all day and all evening, keeps staring at her… wants her more than life but is just as terrified to write to her.
— And yours?
— Not much better. Although… something’s trying, manifesting… doing its weird thing.
— Did you nag him at least?
— Don’t even ask. I’m ringing in his ears like a maniac: “Heeey, that’s your destiny! She wants you too! Text her already!”
I keep sending him signs like a lunatic: hearts on cars, New York, New Year’s Eve lights… hint after hint after hint.
— And him?
— He’s working.
— Of course. Men… they work and work and never think.
— Exactly. You’ll go insane before reaching one of them.
— Boring. Let’s go to Italy?
— Let’s.
We grab hands — and off we fly to Italy.
Still laughing:
Humans are such silly little creatures.
— Look, there’s a couple.
— Where?
— Right there — Winnie the Pooh and Piglet.
— Oh come on, where?
He turns my face directly toward them:
— See it now?
— Yep. I see it.
And we burst out laughing again.
Hades is here too, and Quickie, and Mushu, and of course Ursula — sulking as always.
— Why the sad face?
She waves us off.
— Oh, I get it. Zeus put you in your place again.
She hisses.
— Whoa-whoa, easy, easy — don’t fry us again like last time when your minions They messed up the polarity and got shocked.
We all explode laughing.
— Now that was a moment.
— What are you looking at?
— Winnie and Piglet.
— Where?
— Right there!
He points, I poke my finger too:
— Come on, let’s mess with them.
Everyone lights up.
Especially Hades — like a predatory hyena.
— Watch this.
He flies up to the guy and starts tickling his ear.
The guy swats wildly — nothing there, no mosquitoes, nothing.
— Do it again!
We’re screaming from the stands, sitting on a big fluffy cloud, eating ice cream.
He keeps going.
The guy’s getting truly pissed now.
And finally he snaps — bumps into his own Winnie the Pooh, his girlfriend five times his size.
— Ooooooh…
Everyone perks up.
Not wise of him to mess with this big mama.
Then she swings.
— Look! — I kick her knee, and she collapses to the asphalt with a crash.
— Here comes the earthquake, — Mushu.
We’re all dying laughing.
The tower of a woman rises again:
— How dare you raise a hand at me?!
And the fight continues.
She’s hitting him — he’s a twig, bones sticking out everywhere.
— She’ll snap that one in half, — Ursula.
— Honey… you’re not the one to talk, — he says.
We laugh even harder.
— You’re not tiny yourself, hmm?
I’m folding over, laughing so hard my hand shakes.
— Oh hell, guys, mine is waking up. Time to go back.
— Yeah, probably to write again. Does she ever sleep? She pees every thirty minutes.
— What can I say… that’s the human I got.
I kiss him goodbye:
— Love you more than life. Bye, bye, bye!
He kisses me back.
And we both sincerely hope these humans finally figure out what’s going on —
so we can live in one house and stop flying back and forth.