Though not a melancholy person (by anyone's means) I wrote this peace after a moment of suspension the story literally crossed fully through my mind in less than a second. And in that second I was this woman:
Alone in bed
So bright. Too early.
Aah, sore . . . my hip . . . (Chuckle) last night.
Just got to reach out; get closer.
Empty.
Not for long. Still warm.
So tired, where is he.
Cold floor.
He looks silly in that shirt.
I want to kiss him when he smiles,
even with that in his mouth.
Ah, clean breath and teeth.
He doesn't see me,
got him!
Tackle and tickle, tackle and tickle!
I love his laugh.
I love you . . .
have I said it out loud?
How long in silence?
I won't go first.
Where is he?
I overreacted, but I will not go first!
He is coming . . .
will he?
He wants me to explain it
again?
He wants to understand?
I don't like this.
Yeah, sure, "I look great".
Changing again . . .
makes me tired.
Black is better; it hides.
You can't see it then!
Why is he looking at me . . .
like that.
Warm lips . . .
Agh!
Of course it's not just
your mother . . .
it's you and your mother!
Side with me.
No, I'm not ridiculous!
Listen to me.
Fine . . .
silence.
I need to say it,
but how?
Mouth dry,
stomach hurts.
There he is . . . just say it, say it!
It's just three words.
I look like a fish:
open, shut; open, shut.
got it out . . .
I said it . . .
Oh no, what is he thinking?
What if he doesn't love me?
Walking towards me . . .
RUN!
His arms.
Am I shaking? . . .
His hand is so cold on my face.
I love sun on my face.
Look at that dog . . .
if you pull back on the reigns he won't jerk you.
Husky . . . so pretty;
distinct.
Need to remember
to flex my heels
and extend my toes . . .
His hand, so big.
Mine fits so nicely.
What does that face mean?
His shoe untied?
What? A ring?
Oh! I, I didn't think . . .
yes!
The small of my back
was made for his hand.
1, 2, 3; 1, 2, 3, Ouch!
Don't look at your toes.
He is so kind to me . . .
What was that?!
Ah! There it was again.
It's on my foot!
It's on my foot!
Why is the couch so far away?
Help! Help! It's huge!
There he is . . . help me.
So big . . . legs out to there,
it had a tail, fangs!
Kill it, kill it, kill it!
(shudder) ehhh . . . it's gone (sigh).
Please hug me . . .
I don't want to ask.
Sticky floor, eh.
I hate when the floor is sticky.
Ew, don't put the candy in the popcorn . . .
no wonder the floors are sticky.
I don't want to open . . . fine.
Oh, sticky but tasty . . . ha ha fine;
I concede.
Love you always . . .
even if now it’s silly to say it.
Sticky or not.
So tired, long day;
another tomorrow.
I hate when they’re cold . . .
but he is warm . . .
won't mind if I bury my feet there
and back up against you?
Ahhh . . . his heart beat.
In his arms . . .
warm,
safe,
loved
(sigh . . . yawn).
Too early,
so bright.
Snooze.
Reach out.
Empty. Cold . . .
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