As I dozed, I listened to the rustling of him getting ready for work. There was silence for a moment, and I thought he'd gone, so I started to drift off again. A hand on my hair, a kiss to the cheek, temple, forehead. And then he was gone. Why is my life such a goddamned mess? ~ The sky was fantastic tonight. I wish I'd had a camera. Gold and peach, firery orange. Perfect fall weather. Downtown was a silhouette of smoky black. The sun, hot and thick, spilled out between the tall dark fingers of office buildings. ~ I sighed, heavily, thinking about my life. "STOP IT," she said, poking me directly in the heart. "Stop reading my mind!" I said. "I don't have to, you did this--" She emulated the big sigh. "Just for the record," I said. "That was a 'what the fuck am I doing with my life' sigh, not a lovelorn one." "Yes," she said, fixing me with an eye. "I know." ~ What a mess, what a mess. How gross it is. . Rosie.
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