Thinking of You.
"Nnn..Where are you going?" He half-croaks, half-whispers as he suddenly stirs awake. I slide from his embrace and out from under the covers to place my feet on the cold, polished wooden floor.
"Baby woke me up. I think he needs outside to use the bathroom."
I explain as I pull my favorite green jacket over my bare chest and pull a pair of random boxer briefs on, covering my previously naked form. He doesn't know the jacket was yours.
"Oh. Well, hurry back." He forces a strained smile before returning his head to his pillow, knowing that Baby would use the litter-box if he needed to use the bathroom.
I feel bad for lying, especially since I couldn't have at least made up a better excuse, but I don't dwell on it for too long. I walk to the opposite side of the house, where the guest bedroom is.
In the back of the closet, I've hidden everything you left behind. Your clothes are packed tight in a small, discreet blue twenty-seven quart storage container. I don't open it much, but when I do, I pull a shirt from the bottom. Traces of your scent have twined into the fabric of some of them, and after two years, it seems like a miracle to me.
"Baby woke me up. I think he needs outside to use the bathroom."
I explain as I pull my favorite green jacket over my bare chest and pull a pair of random boxer briefs on, covering my previously naked form. He doesn't know the jacket was yours.
"Oh. Well, hurry back." He forces a strained smile before returning his head to his pillow, knowing that Baby would use the litter-box if he needed to use the bathroom.
I feel bad for lying, especially since I couldn't have at least made up a better excuse, but I don't dwell on it for too long. I walk to the opposite side of the house, where the guest bedroom is.
In the back of the closet, I've hidden everything you left behind. Your clothes are packed tight in a small, discreet blue twenty-seven quart storage container. I don't open it much, but when I do, I pull a shirt from the bottom. Traces of your scent have twined into the fabric of some of them, and after two years, it seems like a miracle to me.