I can't reach the other side of the bed with my feet, but I get pretty close. I swish my legs around, searching. Where is he? I hope he's not gone. Maybe he slipped in the bathroom. Maybe there's a burglar in the house. Maybe he's been taken for witnessing a crime. Maybe the government is relocating him. Maybe he got a call from a science and technology company and they need his skills as a dentist to rewire a vital piece of equipment upon which many lives depend. Maybe he's with another woman.
He walks back in and slumps into bed. "Where you been?" I ask nonchalantly.
He laughs. "I peed. Come here," he growls, and with it he pulls me into an embrace from which there is no escape.
When did I get so lucky?
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Aww.
ReplyDeleteI didn't know he was a dentist. I always thought he was more of a computer guy.
Awww, this is so cute!
ReplyDeleteWait, are these people we/you know??
Haha janelle. No.
ReplyDeleteI sure don't think I know these people. I don't intrude on married people's personal lives if I can help it.
This is nice.
ReplyDeleteYup. I like this. There's hope in this.
ReplyDeleteThanks. I haven't had that in a while.
ReplyDeleteI just wish I could nail down my writing style or at least be more confident in how scattered it seems.
I wish I could finish Catherine.
I don't.
ReplyDeleteYou don't what?
ReplyDeleteI don't wish.
ReplyDeleteNo, I mean I don't wish those things.
ReplyDeleteI figured.
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