The King and I

So, what can I say..The King is here. He came last weekend and it has been a roller coaster ever since. Late lunches, early diners and long in-depth talks with him have been the order of the day, every day. Knowing that he is here, just a phone call away, 5 minutes from my flat is such a comforting thought and you would think that that would put me to sleep at night faster than ever, right?? But alas, here cometh week two of my mysterious insomnia and I want to strongly notify the Sandman that I am sooo over it!! I refuse to take sleeping pills, lest I get addicted and therefore compelled to take them for the rest of my life (which could range from 5 to 50 years by the way). Thing is, I actually do feel sleepy and retire to my bed almost immediately, in a bid not to tamper with the activity that is sleep, but as soon as my head touches that pillow I am as alert as one of those many Papal Swiss Guards. So I lie in bed staring at the ceiling, wondering why I can’t go to sleep till I actually do go to sleep. I don’t think I have a problem though my sister says it must be something deeper. Deeper you say…hmmmm…

Anyways, where was I, The King, yes. So The King and I have been spending a lot of forced quality time together which hopefully will pay off one day. Payment being he understands me in the long run and I, him. I am worried about him but try my best not to show it, that’s mainly because I am a giver of tough love on many occasions and I believe this falls under it too. If I feel sorry for him, it will get neither of us anywhere and we will be left to waddle in a pool of self-pity, created by yours truly. The King is ill and now he has taken it upon himself, as the ruler of his kingdom and empire, to bond with his subjects by all means necessary, whether you want to or not. Not that I don’t want to bond with His Royal Highness or anything, but how will I be able to do that and manage school at the same time?? Serving The King is a full time job you know, and school just cannot be done on his time. He runs time by the way, everything is according to his watch. Can’t compete with it or out-run it in any way. Every time is King time.

But I love The King more than anyone could ever imagine and this is not a grievance in any way whatsoever, it’s more like an out-cry of sorts. One, because I have not had a good night’s sleep in forever, and two, I need to find another subject to occupy his time, someone to take over my shift when I need that well deserving nap or to complete that pending assignment or worse still, read for my three tests next week!! (cringe!) But dammit, I love The King. In many ways he is a King, my King and therefore the King of my heart. He is the most generous man I know, spending exorbitant amounts of money building his dynasty on the hopes and dreams of his subjects; he holds absolutely nothing back from us. He is as wise as he is knowledgeable, foreseeing danger before it arrives and plotting on how best to protect us, his kingdom from harm. After my Heavenly Father, there is no other man who defends me and wants the best for me as much as he does, and for this I will be eternally grateful to him, for being one in a million and a MAN among men.

And if you were wondering, The King I am referring to is my one, my only, my Superman, my Daddy! ;-)