Notes from my iphone

4 04 2011

I look for the book I brought pretending I have the intention of reading knowing I was half asleep before coming to lie down. Instead, I pour a glass of wine from the bottle I hid. Gollumly, I stare at the half pain pill I took from my mother’s bottle. Precious indeed. Only the wine won’t rid my mouth of the after taste.
Fighting sleep. Avoiding the pages, scrolling through Facebook.
I am giving him enough time to wake up on the couch and realize I never got my goodnight. And as I type…

“Goodnight, beautiful.”

Now I can sleep.



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