Telling the Story a Few Weeks Later with New Perspective
You know, I was waiting for her.
I tucked myself in, tight under the sheets,
Looking like an idiot in an old woman’s old clothes.
I knew she was coming.
I was planning on it.
My chest ached for it.
But something still surprised me
When I saw her,
Bright-faced,
Smooth,
Her pink mouth just a little open,
Like she was going to ask a question…
She didn’t look surprised.
She almost looked tired.
Why did she look tired?
Was I losing my edge?
…Look at me there.
I look ridiculous.
What the hell was this plan, anyway?
It’s awful.
Demeaning.
Even if it had worked.
It’s demeaning.
…
I hate this.
