Friday, April 11, 2008

A slight breeze lapped itself onto me. Beginning at my fingertips and moving up my arm. I must have neglected to shut that window all the way. I softly opened one eye and i could see that i hadn't pushed it that last 1/8 of an inch. The wind was doing what wind does and it took advantage of my neglect. It thought it had found a short cut. It didn't need to go around this building, but what it found instead was a resting place. I don't think that breeze made it much farther than my body. I was lying on my stomach with my arms outstretched. My legs were straight but parted enough to command coverage of most of the bed. I hadn't always slept this way. For years I shared a bed with him. He slept more like this. I would push and pull my body to leave room for and also fit into the molded space that was left after he had taken charge of as much as he wanted of the bed. His sleeping stance was one of disregard and mine was one of desperation.

1 comment:

FreNeTic said...

fave lachrymose belletrist.