the stairs watching as I close the door. The last three days have been a complete whirlwind with my mind racing to catch up and fully comprehend the many changes in my life.
I’ ve finished my education for the time being and am no longer a nomad student shuffling between campus and home. That home currently being demolished and resurrected in new form, a stranger to me. The familiar people and faces that share my life have changed over, leaving me missing the simple and uncomplicated friendships I had left at school. My life had been my own to succeed or screw up as I deemed necessary, with no consequences to anyone other than myself.
Now, I’ m being asked to handle a vast amount of resources and money that can directly help others who need it... or I can disappoint and fail them instead. These adjustments in my life have been weighing heavily on my mind but my newfound connection with Dom is tantamount on the quick inventory I take of my life at the moment.
The boy that was always in the background, the crowd, for all of my highs, lows and all that fell in-between is now occupying my thoughts in a completely different way. I’ ve always regarded and accepted him as a constant in my life, but now it feels as though that life is somehow revolving around him. The change has been both gradual and sudden.
There had been quick glances, fleeting moments over the past few years that are now seeming to form a backdrop to the romance starting to ignite. I t’ s so much history between two people just starting to navigate the uneasy footing of something new.
What if i t’ s a disaster? Ther e’ s no way I can ever go back to lumping him in the brother category after h e’ s made my body and soul feel things that until now were dormant and unknown. Is he thinking the same about me? Oh I would just die to know. At least I’ ll have time and space to think this through without his beautiful face being near, luring me back to crazy thoughts about turning our previously safe relationship upside down and inside out.
Sleep is the only answer I find to these questions.
~*~
The coffee must be ground fresh as its deep, fragrant aroma reaches my room. It stirs the need to caffeinate my sluggish body and wake. Pulling on my robe I head to the source, out into the warming rays of sunlight now filling the house. Mom and Aunt Rosie are setting the dining room table for breakfast, whispering to each other as they go about their business.
“ Morning Momma, Aunt Rosie . ”
I wish I had dressed before coming downstairs. The two of them are fully made-up and accessorized, even though it is barely eight AM. I expected coffee... not a three course breakfast spread. Mom puts her last plate down, meeting me half-way down the length of the shiny mahogany table.
“ Morning sweetie! You look more better today! , ” She hugs me, obviously relieved that my depression did not last overnight. When she satisfies her motherly instinct to hold me, she guides me over to the kitchen . “ Help Aunt Rosie carry things ,” she abandons me to return to her table setting.
Aunt Rosie and Nonna are now bustling in the kitchen, stacking the large plates full of waffles, sausage and scrambled eggs. I take the largest of the platters from Aunt Rosie just as she fills it to capacity. “I’ ll take this for you. Why are we going all-out? Cereal will be just fine for me . ”
“ No dear. I make a big hearty breakfast for Dom every time he leaves for a trip , ” she briefs me. “ I want him going off with a full stomach, so he can concentrate on business. He eats terribly on these trips, I’ m sure. Men would just as well eat a meal that comes out of a wrapper if left to their own devices. I t’ s a woma n’ s job to see to it that they are properly fed and not worried about growling bellies while dealing with important things like company matters.
I know better than to try and educate the older women in this family. They are from a
I’ ve finished my education for the time being and am no longer a nomad student shuffling between campus and home. That home currently being demolished and resurrected in new form, a stranger to me. The familiar people and faces that share my life have changed over, leaving me missing the simple and uncomplicated friendships I had left at school. My life had been my own to succeed or screw up as I deemed necessary, with no consequences to anyone other than myself.
Now, I’ m being asked to handle a vast amount of resources and money that can directly help others who need it... or I can disappoint and fail them instead. These adjustments in my life have been weighing heavily on my mind but my newfound connection with Dom is tantamount on the quick inventory I take of my life at the moment.
The boy that was always in the background, the crowd, for all of my highs, lows and all that fell in-between is now occupying my thoughts in a completely different way. I’ ve always regarded and accepted him as a constant in my life, but now it feels as though that life is somehow revolving around him. The change has been both gradual and sudden.
There had been quick glances, fleeting moments over the past few years that are now seeming to form a backdrop to the romance starting to ignite. I t’ s so much history between two people just starting to navigate the uneasy footing of something new.
What if i t’ s a disaster? Ther e’ s no way I can ever go back to lumping him in the brother category after h e’ s made my body and soul feel things that until now were dormant and unknown. Is he thinking the same about me? Oh I would just die to know. At least I’ ll have time and space to think this through without his beautiful face being near, luring me back to crazy thoughts about turning our previously safe relationship upside down and inside out.
Sleep is the only answer I find to these questions.
~*~
The coffee must be ground fresh as its deep, fragrant aroma reaches my room. It stirs the need to caffeinate my sluggish body and wake. Pulling on my robe I head to the source, out into the warming rays of sunlight now filling the house. Mom and Aunt Rosie are setting the dining room table for breakfast, whispering to each other as they go about their business.
“ Morning Momma, Aunt Rosie . ”
I wish I had dressed before coming downstairs. The two of them are fully made-up and accessorized, even though it is barely eight AM. I expected coffee... not a three course breakfast spread. Mom puts her last plate down, meeting me half-way down the length of the shiny mahogany table.
“ Morning sweetie! You look more better today! , ” She hugs me, obviously relieved that my depression did not last overnight. When she satisfies her motherly instinct to hold me, she guides me over to the kitchen . “ Help Aunt Rosie carry things ,” she abandons me to return to her table setting.
Aunt Rosie and Nonna are now bustling in the kitchen, stacking the large plates full of waffles, sausage and scrambled eggs. I take the largest of the platters from Aunt Rosie just as she fills it to capacity. “I’ ll take this for you. Why are we going all-out? Cereal will be just fine for me . ”
“ No dear. I make a big hearty breakfast for Dom every time he leaves for a trip , ” she briefs me. “ I want him going off with a full stomach, so he can concentrate on business. He eats terribly on these trips, I’ m sure. Men would just as well eat a meal that comes out of a wrapper if left to their own devices. I t’ s a woma n’ s job to see to it that they are properly fed and not worried about growling bellies while dealing with important things like company matters.
I know better than to try and educate the older women in this family. They are from a
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