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he wakes up and tells me he's had a bad dream.
i know he doesn't remember anything from earlier,
so i give him a hug and put on some coffee.
we have bugs living under our coffee pot.
things like that just don't seem to matter anymore.
i wait for the pot to be about half full and then bring him a cup.
he looks at me and smiles and says "thanks, baby."
he tells me his dreams are terrible.
every night, he dreams of blood and killing and terror.
i tell him everyone has those dreams and he says
"not every night."
i turn on the tv to try to get his mind off of it
and light two cigarettes, handing one to him.
the gurgling sound of the last bit of coffee being made
is coming from the kitchen.
serendipity is the only thing on,
so we let it be the background to our talks about
the beach, and his brother, and rehab, and how i want to be a housewife.
he tells me that he wants to make movies and will be gone a lot.
he says he wants me to go with him.
i tell him no.
my head is beginning to hurt as i realize it's 5 30
so i lay my head in his lap and watch the ending of the movie.
it always makes me cry.
it's 6am and i haven't slept
but he's feeling better, and im the one who fixed it
so sleep doesn't seem important anymore.
one day this will all be okay.
i know in my heart that it will.
i know he doesn't remember anything from earlier,
so i give him a hug and put on some coffee.
we have bugs living under our coffee pot.
things like that just don't seem to matter anymore.
i wait for the pot to be about half full and then bring him a cup.
he looks at me and smiles and says "thanks, baby."
he tells me his dreams are terrible.
every night, he dreams of blood and killing and terror.
i tell him everyone has those dreams and he says
"not every night."
i turn on the tv to try to get his mind off of it
and light two cigarettes, handing one to him.
the gurgling sound of the last bit of coffee being made
is coming from the kitchen.
serendipity is the only thing on,
so we let it be the background to our talks about
the beach, and his brother, and rehab, and how i want to be a housewife.
he tells me that he wants to make movies and will be gone a lot.
he says he wants me to go with him.
i tell him no.
my head is beginning to hurt as i realize it's 5 30
so i lay my head in his lap and watch the ending of the movie.
it always makes me cry.
it's 6am and i haven't slept
but he's feeling better, and im the one who fixed it
so sleep doesn't seem important anymore.
one day this will all be okay.
i know in my heart that it will.