...Good morning...
She stumbles through the room, finds my back with blind hands. Her body is hot through the linen. She kisses me on the neck, embraces me with the angelic scent of her hair. I could just turn and start tonight once more, all over again.
She grabs my mug, sips the coffee. The side view allows me to see her in frames. I concentrate on her lips closing on the edge of the cup, the little vertical wrinkles...
She's so different from yesterday's Christine. That Christine that sat on the sofa, curiously letting her eyes touch every detail of the room. The shy Christine that wasn't thirsty enough to ask for something to drink. Today's Christine has always been here. She's one with the house.
She grabs my mug, sips the coffee. The side view allows me to see her in frames. I concentrate on her lips closing on the edge of the cup, the little vertical wrinkles...
She's so different from yesterday's Christine. That Christine that sat on the sofa, curiously letting her eyes touch every detail of the room. The shy Christine that wasn't thirsty enough to ask for something to drink. Today's Christine has always been here. She's one with the house.