Tomorrow will be a day of infinite wisdom from the sun that has been a constant reminder of just pain. The sun as we know, is just a star that shines over us and makes life possible; The sun I am referring to is so much more than that.

In our lives we always look to find a certain someone who would like to be in our presence and as cliche as I make everything else sound I am referring to my wife as my Sun.

She has been terribly busy over the last few years, especially with the upkeep of the estate. It's been hard for us to find time for each other which has taken quite a toll on our kinship and the sultry sensual pleasures of married life. Though it's never the nights of freedom from our earthly shackles that I look forward to, rather the mornings of gleaming hope that she would just imbue me with when I felt lost of reason to define my purpose for the day.

I am looking forward to tomorrow morning for two completely separate yet interdependent  reasons. One, my wife is finally onboard with the plan to adopt, that we had put on hold for over a decade now and two she is finally done with estate planning and upkeep wrapping up the final deck she was to share with the 'Family Planning Commission' today.

Not to make me sound like a delusional romantic whose life depends on the only source of affection that stuck around in his endeavors to remain hopefully and morally negligent in a world of absolute chaos, It was hard to not look for inspiration in the person assigned to you for the same over the years.

The money I have might have been reason enough for plenty of women to act as my muse in a different era though keeping me hopeful and not letting my integrity and principles deter was the only reason she was assigned to me and I to her. If only I can catch a glimpse of what she is in the morning where the only thought to plague her busy broken mind is us. Those special mornings were enough to keep me going without breaking a sweat in this tumultuous time of constant upheaval.

At least those were the mornings I was hopeful for.

As the evening approached, I felt flustered about how to prepare for the lightning strike that would be our conversation over dinner. We always made it a point to have dinner together with the record player on. That made the obligation of ingesting those godforsaken food pills a little more bearable.

Times had changed since we were selected to share our lives together. The pandemic that changed our way and semblance of life over the last three centuries had left most of us still in transition over what constituted a structured design of functional human existence while we focused our efforts on saving the planet. The pandemic had not only caused massive loss of life but had rendered most of the common crops and livestock extinct. What we ate was always a conversation starter as was required by law so as to build a better mould of what should constitute a structurally relevant cohabitation design.

We never really talked as much as give astute remarks to each other statements and questions over our meals but we knew what was going on in each other's head as if we had developed a telepathic link over the years. It was as if with each bite of the flavourless sustenance fodder we could feel what was going on with each other and we just didn't have to bother knowing what each other's day had looked like.

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That didn't increase our distance though, it made us more determined to fight for us.

As special as I imagined the night to be, all I could think about was the morning sun after. The days after our special nights seemed shorter like those of a winter long forgotten but that did not stop me from searching for that serenity of socially awkward apathy that we had come to share as we grew closer and the daylight's beating rays showed us the comfort of each other's warmth.

I was determined to prepare a meal for her. I knew she would need a bit more than the food pills that kept us apart yet together, and so I ventured to our garden of nostalgia complete with fruits and vegetables we had been blessed with and worked every evening towards. From there all I could find that would seem like a welcome change to the monotony of her tastebuds was a fruit just ripe enough to make a nice after meal dessert. I did gather some salad greens to just aid our appetites enough for the conversation I was about to hazard a start to.

As I was arranging the table she calmly came across the living room and stood at the entrance of the dining room slyly scanning the table arrangement and the industrious dexterity about my manner. She studied me for a while before speaking right from where she was standing loudly and clearly as if to stop me from my need to elaborate on the arrangements and shift my focus to the real agenda, " If it's going to be another one of those tiring nights, I will not let you have the luxury of the record player to interrupt my flow."

Expecting this subtle threat I replied, "The record player is a must for tonight. The music will be the noise that dictates the pace we need to keep in our efforts to articulate our thoughts more easily."

She said, " I do not need your aid in effective articulation of my efforts, assuming that is what you want to discuss?"

Not wanting to give away more than I had planned I said, "Effective articulation of your efforts won't be a dialogue. Besides, you are not required to explain the relevance of your day to day to me. Can you just give me some time to be done here ?"

She wasn't very happy about being kept in the dark and broke out saying, "When you get worked up about the setting, I know you are not going to let me off easy and will milk every minute of the meal."

Not knowing how to respond I said, " That's highly presumptuous. I would never strain a lesser brain with my world moving theories and ideas, I just want to have a nice meal with my wife."

"Lesser brain! You are challenging me before we even sit down and that is definitely not the healthiest way to start a conversation."

Placing her fork by her plate, I motioned her to take a seat. She calmly walked towards me and gave me a lingering kiss on my neck almost as if she was prepared to be a wall to my interrogation bordering inquisition, implying her nonchalance in one swift move of dominance. We took our places in anticipation of everything I had built this platform of discourse for before I remembered that the record player had to be switched on. The excitement was too much for me to bear and I just broke the silence without realising she had already won this game we were playing to establish dominance, "If I were to share with you my plans for a long weekend where the time of each night is just a day of broken promises, would you join me on this adventure?", " It would sound like a thing from your fantasy but would just be a dreamline series of heartache and just absolute rides on a fundamentally illicit compromise for self-servitude and I am definitely not talking about a sexcapade but just warning you of the time we might end up having on this adventure before it ends. To be fair it is not an adventure but more of a test for you and for me before we undertake the adventures you have so meticulously planned for us already."

She had nothing to say for a few moments before she opened her mouth as if to utter something and just laughed instead. Laughter never was a part of our conversations and this laugh seemed almost cruel. It wasn't like the cackle of witches as you would come to expect from some of the AV offerings you browse through as children, just a bouncy sort of tell-tale humming. It was almost as if she was laughing in her head and was attempting to voice it for my joy. As if she didn't really deem laughter as the appropriate response but voiced herself to make me feel satisfied.

At this point I got up and went to the record player to switch it on.