This is fun. I just wish everything else would just go away, so we can be together. I wish the little moments like this weren’t all we have. For now. It is. I put the phone back on the night stand and snuggle in to sleep, hoping to dream of Harrison and all that could be.
I am awoken by my buzzing cell phone. At first, I think it is my alarm, but I realize it’s an incoming call. I look at caller ID, and it is that damn unknown caller again. I think for one second that I might answer the call, but then decide against it. What a lousy way to start my day. I let my sleepy eyes adjust for a minute and see that it is 6:10 AM. I might as well get up and try again for a run. I wonder if that is going to be possible with my scraped up knees. I put ice packs on my knees yesterday afternoon while I sat at the dining table working. It seemed to help a little, but I probably should have iced them again last night before bed.
I move to stretch and notice, out of the corner of my eye, a sleepy Henry giving me an apprehensive look. It is probably too early for him. I climb out of bed and bend over to stretch my legs. Ouch, they are still sore, but I think I will manage. I continue to do more stretching, while Henry fights to keep his eyes open. At some point during the night, he must have nudged his way through the door, as he is now fully in my room. He spent the night sleeping on the round area rug near my bed.
I get dressed in my violet running pants and a tank and jacket that match and head across the hall. In the bathroom, I quickly splash cold water on my face and brush my teeth. With my phone and ear buds in my pocket, Henry and I head out to the main room. I don’t see Garrin anywhere. My hand quickly travels to my gaping mouth. I wonder if he slept with Simone last night?? I peer out the front window and see his car is still parked out front. Yep, he is still here. Maybe, he slept in the other spare room. Hmm. It’s none of my business anyway, so I go into the kitchen and pull out a piece of scrap paper from the overflowing junk drawer. I write them a quick note, grab the house key off the counter, turn off the alarm at the key pad, and head out to the mudroom. Henry is now alert and at my heels. “Want to try this again?” He wags his tail. I grab his leash and put it on him. We head outside to the crisp and seriously cool Fall morning. I lock the door and turn on the music, heading down the path. I pause for a moment to see if anything seems out of place. Or, if there are any black SUV’s lurking about. I notice nothing. I turn down the volume, just in case.
I decide to head down the hill, instead of uphill this morning. With Henry by my side, we run down the tree-lined sidewalk, past other cute bungalow-style homes. I take notice of the chalk-covered sidewalks outside of homes with tricycles and bikes piled up by the detached garages. I see two cars in the driveway and a basketball hoop. I wonder to myself if this really the ideal and is it something I want someday? Is this something I could ever have with Harrison, or am I fooling myself? I laugh inside at myself. Yes. That is actually the reality. I am fooling myself, if I think there could actually be this type of future with Harrison. I have to decide whether I just want to have fun and enjoy what I do have with him now, or if I want to dwell on what I won’t have with him in the future. Deep in my thoughts, I don’t notice that I have run down the hill, toward the waterfront developments. I stop and look ahead in the distance at The Towers. Harrison’s Towers. The way the sun is rising, the light is reflecting off the other buildings and back onto Harrison’s Penthouse, the glass looks shattered. A bitter taste develops in my mouth. A reminder of how I felt just 48 hours ago. Shattered, broken into pieces. My stomach starts churning from the
I am awoken by my buzzing cell phone. At first, I think it is my alarm, but I realize it’s an incoming call. I look at caller ID, and it is that damn unknown caller again. I think for one second that I might answer the call, but then decide against it. What a lousy way to start my day. I let my sleepy eyes adjust for a minute and see that it is 6:10 AM. I might as well get up and try again for a run. I wonder if that is going to be possible with my scraped up knees. I put ice packs on my knees yesterday afternoon while I sat at the dining table working. It seemed to help a little, but I probably should have iced them again last night before bed.
I move to stretch and notice, out of the corner of my eye, a sleepy Henry giving me an apprehensive look. It is probably too early for him. I climb out of bed and bend over to stretch my legs. Ouch, they are still sore, but I think I will manage. I continue to do more stretching, while Henry fights to keep his eyes open. At some point during the night, he must have nudged his way through the door, as he is now fully in my room. He spent the night sleeping on the round area rug near my bed.
I get dressed in my violet running pants and a tank and jacket that match and head across the hall. In the bathroom, I quickly splash cold water on my face and brush my teeth. With my phone and ear buds in my pocket, Henry and I head out to the main room. I don’t see Garrin anywhere. My hand quickly travels to my gaping mouth. I wonder if he slept with Simone last night?? I peer out the front window and see his car is still parked out front. Yep, he is still here. Maybe, he slept in the other spare room. Hmm. It’s none of my business anyway, so I go into the kitchen and pull out a piece of scrap paper from the overflowing junk drawer. I write them a quick note, grab the house key off the counter, turn off the alarm at the key pad, and head out to the mudroom. Henry is now alert and at my heels. “Want to try this again?” He wags his tail. I grab his leash and put it on him. We head outside to the crisp and seriously cool Fall morning. I lock the door and turn on the music, heading down the path. I pause for a moment to see if anything seems out of place. Or, if there are any black SUV’s lurking about. I notice nothing. I turn down the volume, just in case.
I decide to head down the hill, instead of uphill this morning. With Henry by my side, we run down the tree-lined sidewalk, past other cute bungalow-style homes. I take notice of the chalk-covered sidewalks outside of homes with tricycles and bikes piled up by the detached garages. I see two cars in the driveway and a basketball hoop. I wonder to myself if this really the ideal and is it something I want someday? Is this something I could ever have with Harrison, or am I fooling myself? I laugh inside at myself. Yes. That is actually the reality. I am fooling myself, if I think there could actually be this type of future with Harrison. I have to decide whether I just want to have fun and enjoy what I do have with him now, or if I want to dwell on what I won’t have with him in the future. Deep in my thoughts, I don’t notice that I have run down the hill, toward the waterfront developments. I stop and look ahead in the distance at The Towers. Harrison’s Towers. The way the sun is rising, the light is reflecting off the other buildings and back onto Harrison’s Penthouse, the glass looks shattered. A bitter taste develops in my mouth. A reminder of how I felt just 48 hours ago. Shattered, broken into pieces. My stomach starts churning from the
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