Single, Monday Morning
Monday morning, sunny and warm, the sky is blue, shinning in through the kitchen window, as I push the button on the coffee machine.
I'm hardly awake, I’m rubbing the sleep out of my eyes. I went to bed late, after forming a smoking circle of death for one, then I tossed and turned thinking about Steve.
“I think we should have a break while I am in Sydney,” said Steve. Just like that, out it came. I was bowled over, actually.
“I’m going tomorrow,” he said.
“Tomorrow, did they ask you today?” He’s telling me Sunday night.
“No, last week.”
“And you are telling me now.
“Well, yes, I had a lot to think about.”
Clearly, none of that thinking included me.
I sat on my back veranda and sipped my coffee. “Well, there you go,” I say out loud.
I… um? I… er… um? I… ah? Um? I guess we will see.
I couldn’t think anything else.
What else was there to think?
We were on a break. I think of Ross Geller.
I'm hardly awake, I’m rubbing the sleep out of my eyes. I went to bed late, after forming a smoking circle of death for one, then I tossed and turned thinking about Steve.
“I think we should have a break while I am in Sydney,” said Steve. Just like that, out it came. I was bowled over, actually.
“I’m going tomorrow,” he said.
“Tomorrow, did they ask you today?” He’s telling me Sunday night.
“No, last week.”
“And you are telling me now.
“Well, yes, I had a lot to think about.”
Clearly, none of that thinking included me.
I sat on my back veranda and sipped my coffee. “Well, there you go,” I say out loud.
I… um? I… er… um? I… ah? Um? I guess we will see.
I couldn’t think anything else.
What else was there to think?
We were on a break. I think of Ross Geller.
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