My wife is like a ginger kitten when she sleeps. Of course she could never tell him such a thing, she would kill me. She loves to snuggle and bury herself under the duvet with her arms around my waist. She snores softly, almost silently, so I have to hold her breath to hear her. Sometimes, unconsciously, she mutters nonsense, such as edible items or chemical compounds or plant names.
I looked towards the foot of the bed when I heard laughter. My beloved boys Larry, Moe and Shemp, in honor of the 3 Stooges, my beloved hyenas rested awfully close to Red's ankles. Although she often threatened to get rid of "those furballs" as she nicknamed them. Ivy was tired of my babies doing their business on her beloved plants, but she knew that deep down she also loved Larry, Moe and Shemp but she didn't want to show it.
I can't stop looking at her. I'm basically a schoolgirl in love. She's smiling ever so slightly, that 'don't trust me, baby' smile she knew all too well. Of course she's smiling! This is the same woman who winked when she said "till death do us part" during our wedding vows.
There is a kitchen knife taped to the bed frame, a pair of scissors and a hammer under the table next to it. If something happened, I would have to jump out of bed and grab a gun. It's a precaution, although I could never...
She made a mistake and she told me some of the work she did. Jobs, she calls them. Like when he threw an entire pharmaceutical corporation into the Venus flytrap just because they, out of boredom, decided to cut down almost 20 acres of oak trees to build a new laboratory, or how he hypnotized almost an entire law firm into jumping out of the window so that It seems like suicide because they defended a logging company that felled trees in the Amazon.
As if she has a regular nine to five to commute to, as if she'll grab a bagel for breakfast and a latte and take the Bakerloo line into the city.
If she were going to kill me, she would want to do it quickly, with a rather quick and subtle poisonous kiss. I wonder how she would do it. I hope she is kind to me because she loves me. At least she says she does, but she could be lying. Red always knows when I'm lying and when I start rambling. She knows me like an open book, she knows all my nightmares, my dreams, traumas, etc. Like me, not for nothing, I got the highest grade on my final year exam in psychology and understanding the mind of a psychopath.
She is the only one who has seen and many times treated all the scars and some emotional ones that I have, many of them caused by the Joker. It's too hard for me to understand why I wasted all those miserable years behind a damn schizophrenic, manic clown who only saw me as a puppet. Correct that, he just saw me as a fucking doormat. I wasted too much time with him, precious time that I could have used to be with someone who loved and cared for me, someone who genuinely cared about my well-being, someone who never abandoned me, who loved me and picked me up every time. that the Joker would hit me or throw me out. I don't know why it took me so long because the one I really had to be with was my beloved and beautiful redhead.
That's the beauty of this marriage. It could end at any second. But she knows that if she had to, she couldn't hurt him. Ivy will always have the advantage.