Saturday, July 16, 2011

3 Weeks and 1 Day

I woke up.

Early.

I could hear him breathing as he slept in the adjoining room.

I closed my eyes, willing myself back to sleep.

Sleep, I did, for a few more hours.

I awoke to the sound of gurgling water as it flowed through the pipes.

He was taking a shower.

I lay there, quietly, just listening. Listening to a morning ritual.

He took the keys off the hook.

He slowly closed the front door behind him.

I heard the roar of an engine.

He drove off. Off into the fresh, yet already heated, morning.

After 3 weeks and 1 day; we had our first argument as a long distant couple.