Flipped side of happiness
I started writing this to you in the bath. The bath that I neither needed because I stank or needed to shave, its waters merely drawn for the comfort. Accompanying me was the dragon mug from starbucks, blowing a small tuff of fire, filled with calm tea and a healthy dollop of Baileys. Pandora serenading me through the walls of my room and the invisible notepad (waterproof) I wish I had so I would not have to try and memorize this whole letter before I got out. My “Ginger Float” bubble bath providing an almost battle ship game of poking up my finger and popping the bubbles like a distracted seven year old. I ended up have a flat and bubble less surface before too long. This thus hastened my exit out of the water, something comforting in being covered in a layer of fluffiness. I then sat wrapped in an oversize towel on the edge of tub dangling my feet over, studying the pruning and finishing up the remaining tea, feeling warmed from the inside out, thanks to the Irish. I waited for the song to finish, before I stood and let the towel drop, tip toeing out till I found my sweat pants and sweat shirt, ignoring the posted notes of things to do and snuggled in. The spider web of my endless thoughts trying to catch me as if I was the fly for dinner were cut strand by strand with memories of you, I tried desperately to dwell in. Sometimes it’s hard, where does past meet the present and create the future? The love triangle of time though will not be one I figure out tonight, and most likely never will, the reality boiling down to just how much I miss you. So think of me love tonight before you close your eyes, reach out and find me on the shores of dreams where we are together and fight the first rays of sunshine, where once again we must part.
Tomorrows one more day closer …
sleepy eyes
