Monday

I smell a brew of dew and budding trees -- It's the morning air.  My eyes open, but at first I see nothing, nothing. Slowly my eyes focus. Don't get your hopes up, it's only the bare ceiling. White, flat and lonely. It looks down from above at every laugh, every bit of excitement, and every frustrating breath exhaled into the apartment. I cannot hide from it.  I roll over and she is gone. I know it is early because my muscles reach back to the bed. Where is she? Was she ever hear? WhaWhat day is it?

A weekday.

Whew, she is in the shower.

:)