I don't feel my original writing was very coherent, and therefore I'll start fresh to a new day.
The morning has been frustrating.
My head aches, my hands empty from your absence. It's a pity.
My temper flares from a petty sibling. I know what she's mad about now. God forbid I take a few simple days off from chores to spend time with my boyfriend. God forbid I enjoy myself for a few days — Now I have to watch her respond to me in passive aggressive ways and try to pretend she's not being the asshole.
But the thought of you warms me better.
You're soft with me.
Gentle as the breeze cooling me while I sit out, listening to the wind chimes with dampened hands from freshly washed dishes.
It makes me tired, the sunlight.
But it feels so good.
I don't mind another sunburn in light like this. It feels too good. It's delicious warmth.
I miss you.
