I'm adjusting for a comfortable position on my favorite red couch, taking short sips on the whiskey bottle. Red has always been my top color, and I prefer to see red more often than any other colors there are. Shalene sits right over there just two feets away from me cozy and bagged to keep dust and humidity from her. I still remember that wintery sunny day, I slipped work in search of buying a guitar just to write a song for the love of my life. The moment I walked into the store, I could smell the sweetness of wooden guitars hanging and some locked carefully in boxes, the storekeeper somehow sensed that I was gunna be a customer today. Almost instantly, my eyes landed on this purdy blue skinned acoustic guitar hanging right over my left shoulder, and it took not a moment long for me to get her down and tuned. Just like that I purchased Shalene.
It's been a year now, since I met that gurl that has been ruling over my heart, claiming her throne over and over again. Sipped a huge gulp of hot chocolate down my throat cheering the mug to her name high in air. It's funny I'm uncapable of steering my mind into writing a pleasant enough tune for her in my music notebook. I sit down my cup on the glass table resting in the drawing room just in front of me, and swooshed over swiftly where Shalene was resting. I picked her up gently, unbagged her, and positioned her on my lap in a right-hand guitar position. Momentarily my lips form a smile over the thought that My Love named me 'Salem'.