Today I worked on my art most of the day and then to prepare for a date, I gave myself a "whore's" bath, put on a change of clothes and headed out to be with my "friend".
After a dinner of Mushi Pork and Sweet and Sour Chicken, we snuggled to a movie. My doggy, Lucy, right in the middle - she basked in the warmth and affection shared.
I fell to sleep spooning a warm body close but only to awake with a start at midnight. I almost felt as though I could not breath and rushed outdoors to breathe the frigid cold air there.
I needed to get out of that warm house, away from the warm bed, those warm arms. My only regret was for Lucy as I walked her to the car and drove into the night.
I have this feeling that has been nagging at me - the voice now weak, I almost do not hear it anymore. "Find a place to live." I think I prefer the Homelessness.
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