Saturday morning.
I woke up in a contorted position on the couch. We don't fit comfortably there, but lately this is where we sleep. He fights sleep at the kitchen table and often loses. I find him on the rug in front of me with a sofa cushion. I scoot over for him to join me, or I get up and make coffee. I can't bring myself to go upstairs when he's downstairs toiling. And another night goes by. High romance and sleep deprivation don't mix, nor a man's sensibilities and a woman's sometimes. Sometimes, sometimes...
I untangle myself from the blanket between us and pick up where I left off the night before, transferring wet laundry to the dryer. I love this man and his laundry. There's a lot of it; not much of mine (that I notice). Daniel's miniature board shorts that hang past his knees, I linger on--Sophie's paints and artwork decorating the small room, too.
Now today, this morning--I will give the bench a second coat of "Treasure Isle." It will dry before Daniel can smack his hand on it's streaky green seat.
What the rearranged furniture means, the verses in my head, the prospect of a shower with no one banging on the glass (unless I'm too long here), and insuppressible hope--which is nearly always just that: these things fill my head.
Still, I really miss you, and that's hard to brush aside.
I untangle myself from the blanket between us and pick up where I left off the night before, transferring wet laundry to the dryer. I love this man and his laundry. There's a lot of it; not much of mine (that I notice). Daniel's miniature board shorts that hang past his knees, I linger on--Sophie's paints and artwork decorating the small room, too.
Now today, this morning--I will give the bench a second coat of "Treasure Isle." It will dry before Daniel can smack his hand on it's streaky green seat.
What the rearranged furniture means, the verses in my head, the prospect of a shower with no one banging on the glass (unless I'm too long here), and insuppressible hope--which is nearly always just that: these things fill my head.
Still, I really miss you, and that's hard to brush aside.