home alone
the house is dark and silent, though it's not like you make too much noise anyway. absence, noted. boredom and fear and paranoia and loneliness combine. i regress to a former me - bachelorette type antics of leaving dishes on the (coffee) table, watching television to kill time and thoughts, leaving clothes on the floor and hair in the shower. the bedroom is large, the sheets crisp, clean, white, perfectly tucked and folded. the bed is empty except for the care bear and totoro stuffed toys you tucked into your side before you left. i climb into the cold bed and realize i married the sweetest geek in the world and i'm ready for you to come home now.