I am half awake as the sun rises over the city and glares directly through the window into my eyes. It’s Saturday morning. I can feel a mild headache declaring its arrival and try to salvage what I can by covering my eyes. This never works and I already know it.
I move to the other side determined to hold on to that sleep with all I might, when he does the same and I suddenly find myself staring at his back. Sigh, that happened. I could have stayed with the girls or gone back over the bridge to the safety of my own place but of course, I didn’t. I would roll my eyes at myself if my head wasn’t pounding right now.
Rolling over again, I look outside the dusty window and watch the city waking up. Flashbacks from last night come through. Passionate cranberry kisses of two people determined to ignore every reasonable doubt and just focus on living in the here and now. I slowly leave the warmth of the blanket and tiptoe my way into the bathroom, looking back before closing the door. “That’s new”, I think. He usually reaches over cuddles up to me and kisses my shoulder. This morning he couldn’t be bothered. And suddenly I am cold and a shiver runs down my spine. That woman in the mirror, analyzing me while she brushes her teeth, she’s so different than the woman I knew a few months ago.
Back at a time when this felt exciting, where the second toothbrush he placed so matter of factly was a good sign and his place in the East Village felt like it was mine too. Now, all of a sudden, the tables have turned. I feel
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