Ten.Two Thousand, Four Hundred & Five
Inching closer and closer to the edge of the bed.
Sensing all the tension in the shoulders. The required conscious effort to relax the shoulders and the jaw. Maybe I’m just overdue for a massage.
Tights.
Light bouncing off the running water in the river.
I need a walking pad to put under this desk if I’m going to keep eating the salt and vinegar Kettle chips.
Alone in the office. I turn down all the lights and enjoy the quiet.
We talk about honesty and no poker faces, and things would be better if everyone could tell the truth.
The warmth. The glow of the setting sun. Windows down. You can feel it coming.
Release it from expectation. Build it in real-time. Make no promises to anyone but yourself. Be free.
I still don’t think I’ve changed his mind.
