sunday_reveries - "You have a way of coming easily to me."
Like many people, Martha Kent finds she does the most thinking while in the shower. There she is calm, quiet, isolated, and given no other options. A succession of thoughts can be her only pastime.
Every once in awhile, Perry walks in, shaving in front of the sink as she showers. She knows he occasionally leans back to catch a glimpse her through the curtain. She knows because he’s not exactly subtle, and because he once cut himself with the razor doing it.
She loves the routine they’ve fallen into. The stability. Never boring, yet still dependable. Now and then she wonders if it’s normal to reminisce, to associate their pattern with past patterns. To imagine. She sees Jonathan, sometimes, standing by the sink with a razor in hand. This mirage appears despite that reality hardly ever occurring when he was. Most days, he was up hours before she was, already working hard in the barn by the way she hopped in the shower. Still, now and then, she sees him there.
Sometimes it’s Lionel, though a routine was certainly not something they ever had. And Lionel had never once stood at the sink shaving while she was in the shower. He was more likely to just join her , without a word. And sometimes she thinks of Scott, her “brief interlude” in Washington, about a year before she began dating Perry. Showering was absolutely part of their routine, but it never involved him. Martha would invariably kick him out almost immediately one they were through, and spend forty-five minutes washing him away. The next day they’d pass each other the Hill as if it had never happened. And then it would, again, the next night.
She prefers her routine now. She likes that they wake up around the same time, eat breakfast together, separate for the day, then come together again for dinner. She likes that they’ll do the dishes together, watch the evening news, then talk or pop in a LOST dvd. Really, she just likes being with him.
Martha Kent
Smallville
342
Every once in awhile, Perry walks in, shaving in front of the sink as she showers. She knows he occasionally leans back to catch a glimpse her through the curtain. She knows because he’s not exactly subtle, and because he once cut himself with the razor doing it.
She loves the routine they’ve fallen into. The stability. Never boring, yet still dependable. Now and then she wonders if it’s normal to reminisce, to associate their pattern with past patterns. To imagine. She sees Jonathan, sometimes, standing by the sink with a razor in hand. This mirage appears despite that reality hardly ever occurring when he was. Most days, he was up hours before she was, already working hard in the barn by the way she hopped in the shower. Still, now and then, she sees him there.
Sometimes it’s Lionel, though a routine was certainly not something they ever had. And Lionel had never once stood at the sink shaving while she was in the shower. He was more likely to just join her , without a word. And sometimes she thinks of Scott, her “brief interlude” in Washington, about a year before she began dating Perry. Showering was absolutely part of their routine, but it never involved him. Martha would invariably kick him out almost immediately one they were through, and spend forty-five minutes washing him away. The next day they’d pass each other the Hill as if it had never happened. And then it would, again, the next night.
She prefers her routine now. She likes that they wake up around the same time, eat breakfast together, separate for the day, then come together again for dinner. She likes that they’ll do the dishes together, watch the evening news, then talk or pop in a LOST dvd. Really, she just likes being with him.
Martha Kent
Smallville
342