Rooftops and Desktops.

I unfolded the lawn chair and covered it with my Egyptian cotton beach towel. I was miles away from the beach. But, this was my Saturday morning routine and I was not going to change it. I was in a white tank top perfectly tucked into my yellow running shorts. The sun was beaming above me, as though summer had never ended.

I stretched myself on the lawn chair; placing my arms behind my head and pointing my toes. I stayed in that position for the most relaxing six minutes. Then, I put my big round sunglasses on and secured my headphones in my ears. I twisted my hair into a bun, but did not pin it. It was this type of carefree-ness and tranquility, that bought me to the rooftop every Saturday.

I bent my knees and rested my sketchbook on my lap. I began to draw the neighboring rooftops and the sky. There was something about the sky, that calmed me. Seeing it made me feel like everything was going to be okay. I turned my Ipod on and selected the Saturday Morning playlist. It wasn't long until, John Mayer's raspy voice began crooning in my ear.

I felt like the only person in the world. I smiled at random thoughts I had while drawing. I thought about humorous incidents that had happened during the week, the months that separated me from graduation and the graduation that separated from my wedding. I usually try not to think about stressful issues when I'm in my zen space. I cleared my mind from all the previous thoughts. I grew tired on my suburb-scape and decide to paint my toe nails instead. I rubbed the Essie bottle between the palms of my hands. The color I had picked was called Tangerine, it was bright red with an orange undertone.

Just as I finished the first coat on my right foot my phone beeped.

"I miss you so much baby ;** "
Soon after, another message was received, leaving no time for a response. "Msn?"
"Give me 30 minutes." I replied.

Truth was I missed him too. He had been away on a business trip for the past 2 weeks. But, my Saturday mornings were sacred. They were the only thing that kept me going during the week and the only time when I could regain my sanity. I needed a couple more minutes away from reality.

After 30 minutes of sketching and painting the remaining toes, I decided to pack up and head back downstairs. I put the towel on my shoulder, folded the lawn chair and placed it against the wall, picked up my sketchbook, pencil and phone and placed my Ipod in my pocket. I made my way to my room. I could hear chatter and laughs coming from the dining room, which meant that breakfast was in progress.

I threw the towel in the laundry basket and placed the sketchbook and phone down on my desk. I switched on my PC and logged into Msn, Gmail and Facebook simultaneously. I've done it so often it has become routine.

He wasn't online. I decided to check my email and delete the emails that Facebook insisted on sending me to bring to my attention things I could easily notice when I log onto Facebook. I noticed that the first email was from him and was titled "Frowing Beauty." I opened the email to find that it was a series of 4 attached photos. I right-clicked and clicked view on each of them.

.. there are no words to explain the expression that was on my face at that percise moment.

There I was frowing at my sketchbook in one photo, painting my nails in the other, stretching in the third and giggling with my Ipod in the forth.

I grabbed a hoodie and ran up the stairs. I got up to rooftop and looked in the direction of which the photos were taken from. There he was. Standing in his gold Juventus jersey with his arms crossed, like he was waiting for me. His smile beamed across the rooftops and I'm pretty sure my smile did the same in return. He uncrossed his arms and stretched them out, as if he wanted me to run to him and hug him. I really wanted to. But, I knew the laws of physics would prevent me. I blew him a kiss. A big kiss. It had to exaggerated for him to see it.

Then, brought his hand to his ear and I felt my phone vibrate and picked it up before it rang.

"A3shigich."
"Amout feek," I said in my breathy and excited voice.

He pretended to be shot down. I couldn't stop giggling.