in-betweens

The rug is all messed up again. Willie has been racing around the apartment. Getting out her wiggles. She loves to pretend she is scared and race up and down the hallway leading to my room. My room is her safe place, where the racing begins or ends or in-betweens.

I wonder what it would be like to bring a girl home to my room. Waking up with her next to me. I can picture her in a way. To my left, nearest the wall. The morning sunlight blinding my view of her face. Does that mean she’s blonde?

I’m supposed to go out tonight with John. He just got home from a weekend trip to Minneapolis. I want to hear about it. I want to hear that he had such a good time he is going to move there. That he found a baby. It gives me hope to think this. I also do not want him to leave. Drown together.

I keep hearing this town is filled with a lot of talk. A bunch of people talking about doing. A lot of people just talking. A safe place for people to come back to, when they’ve moved on and pretended to try their best. Or stay, and get all messed up.

¶ 4:49 PM