Saturday September 30, 2017
from a text
He’s been getting up early to work on his novel. I think there’s a big plot twist that’s been keeping him going. He leaves me in the bed, kisses my shoulder, and closes the door. I’m awake but asleep. I like knowing that words are calling him from slumber into the most awake he’s been in months. Later, he smiles over at me while he types away, croissant in mouth. I am on in the breakfast nook sipping coffee and reading the paper. I smile back.
I get an opportunity to travel across the country for a conference. When I tell him he gives me a confusing look. Bittersweet eyes.
“don’t go” he says, but I can see that he is excited about me being gone. Eliminating distractions is on his list.
“Are you sure you have to?” he tries once more, a dream or the cure rushing across his brow.