Its 5:40, I can get coffee!
No, it’s 4:40, your phone is messed up. We have to go back to sleep. Let’s curl up. Ooof, if I’m on my left side, my knee hurts, if I’m on my right, my shoulder hurts and my vertigo turns on.
You are a wreck.
I am a wreck. I need to call Frank Azar. Remember? Been in a wreck? Call Frank Azar!
[snoring]
[aching]
5:40. Actual 5:40
I think I went back to sleep.
Yes, you did. I had an imaginary conversation in my head with a holocaust denier. That took a long time, so you definitely slept.
Coffee!
All night, the full moon poured itself in the windows. All night until the sun came up. My friend has told me it is an agitated full moon, with mars snuggled close. I say, not sleeping, if it weren’t so cold, I could sit outside and knit in the moonlight. I say, to me, standing by the propane stove at midnight, clouds scuttling north at high speed, covering the moon to reveal a pocket of dark sky dotted with stars: Dear God, how is so much beauty possible?
Did you see the moonset from our bedroom window?
No, I’m watching the sun come up.
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7 replies on “Him, Me, Him, Me”
When I have one of those nights, impossible to get comfortable, I remember that old blues song phrase: rocks in my bed. You had rocks in your bed for sure. It was the moon. But oh, my, how gorgeous as it rose so huge and golden and how bright. Humorous too, this snippet of disrupted dialogue.
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Yes! Rocks indeed.
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I empathize
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Thanks.
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I loved this and laughed and laughed.
Like a comedy skit … and beautiful.
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Thank you, dear Ruth!
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Woo hoo
Some character development
For that mysterious
Compelling
Husband
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