Ten.Eight Hundred & Seventy-Six

1. He’s here again, adding to the warmth beneath the covers. His had still feels small when placed inside my own. I’m grateful for that.

2. The last celery juice. I grab the leftover roast chicken and mashed potatoes and broccoli for my lunch today. Someone ate all the rolls.

3. She cries when she sees it. I imagine she’s feeling all things at once which is a very human way to be.

4. I walk over to the tasting room for crackers and cheese to place into the cottage fridge. It’s gray,so dray, and windy. Leaves, browned and curled, scratch at my ankles and tiny drops begin to fall.

5. Something wicked this way comes.

6. She should spend less time talking to me and more time trying to find another place to have this event.

7. Chicken noodle soup. Only two of us are really happy about it.

8. He makes a joke about me and my can of wine and the bathtub. I decide I need break from the serious stuff and grab Lilith’s Brood by Octavia Butler. I forget how much I like science fiction.

9. I have no list.

10. I should stay up to make this list but I don’t want to.