I’m a little sunburned, I’m a little bruised. The little muscles on the sides of my ankles protest in the mornings. Such are my colorful reminders of an overexposed weekend.
It’s taken me a week to land. The plane may have touched down in a matter of minutes, but it has taken me seven days and, just last night, twelve hours of uninterrupted sleep to land back into my Life. I return to find the ground here is too soft…
Tissue-thin images float around my day and settle, like dust, on my mind. You are an evanescent presence- in my thoughts, on my phone, in my dreams, but nowhere to be seen. I keep with the most immediate of memories, nursing them like sour beer: your brilliant blues haloed in fluorescent blonde. Forgive me if I stared.
Your punchy, lilting giggle hits me in the gut, arrests my attention and pulls out my own smile- I cannot help but laugh.
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Birdcall trilled beyond the window and shouting voices bounced between the towers. Sunlight fell against the wall in a single wide, brilliant streak. Overhead the ceiling fan swirled tinktinktink-pink. I studied the ink inches from my nose and breathed deep- filling my lungs of you. My frontal lobes of consciousness lay heavy in contentment, my grasp of reality delightfully fuzzy. Deliciously pinned under your sleeping weight I lay awake inside a dream. I studied the room with watchful eyes (trappings and trimmings of a half-way stranger) while your steady breathe kept alternate-time with the fan.
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