Domestic life with a deity was something you really.. Never expected. I mean, who would? But, it was... Quite mellow. It seemed as if he made your life softer. More calm.

He wasn’t the type to show up unannounced or to show up in a ruckus. It was always the same day, same schedule, same time. He was a very put-together deity, if you may say so yourself.

It was always the same.

You will hear a knock at your door. He will come in. Then, he will sit down. You will talk briefly before he makes a pot of tea. You will have the tea, then he will leave nicely.

knock. knock. knock.