storm milk
We were back together, but serious. I think I talked her into it, and there was always the unspoken notion that she could leave at any time, that this was no more permanent now than it had been before, and so I held on to her tight, both figuratively and literally. She didn't mind, in fact she liked the attention, but with the understanding that she could and someday might flee. I was saying "I love you" within what felt like minutes, and we didn't much leave the bedroom, though mostly I think it was impassioned cuddling. She worked and I didn't, and I think I was in charge of taking care of our animals, including a tiny gray kitten, a porcupine, and a medium-sized dog (or large puppy?). The kitten and the porcupine kept getting outside and I would chase them around, deeply concerned.
The neighbor/landlord came by, only actually now I remember he was referred to as the "manager," and in a business way. I think we were living in a store at night. She got caught naked and I tossed her some of my things to put on just before he came in the door, but he ignored her. He asked me to check outside every couple of hours during the storm, since we'd be the only ones around, and he asked me to verify some urban legend that his employee had told him, something about bodies or something. I don't remember it now, but there was literally no way I could do so, and I asked him how he expected me to verify it. All I remember is that he was cryptic but firm, then left.
We were just thrilled to be left alone in the house/store all night during a big storm. Back in love (well, in love at all) and knowing it wouldn't last, eager to milk it while we could. Or something.
Weird. Not someone I think about getting back together with much, honestly.
Maybe I'm going stir-crazier than I give myself credit for.
The neighbor/landlord came by, only actually now I remember he was referred to as the "manager," and in a business way. I think we were living in a store at night. She got caught naked and I tossed her some of my things to put on just before he came in the door, but he ignored her. He asked me to check outside every couple of hours during the storm, since we'd be the only ones around, and he asked me to verify some urban legend that his employee had told him, something about bodies or something. I don't remember it now, but there was literally no way I could do so, and I asked him how he expected me to verify it. All I remember is that he was cryptic but firm, then left.
We were just thrilled to be left alone in the house/store all night during a big storm. Back in love (well, in love at all) and knowing it wouldn't last, eager to milk it while we could. Or something.
Weird. Not someone I think about getting back together with much, honestly.
Maybe I'm going stir-crazier than I give myself credit for.