One More Chapter

Across the bed from you, you’ve been reading your notes, talking to yourself as you always do, caught up with what you need to do. The truth is: I enjoy being a voyeur, watching you — confident and level-headed — coolly going through your To-Dos one at a time. I can almost see you ticking off, on an imaginary list, each component of your work done.

I have none of that resolve, though I’d resolved to wait for you to complete your work. “One more chapter,” has become our refrain. As much as my body wants me to, I’m unwilling to simply fall to sleep tonight — and in your bed, too — without waiting for you to be with me before I do that.

So much has transpired between the last few posts and this: thank you for giving us one more chapter.

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