Tonight I felt my hand clasp the cold, metal handle and as the door slid SHUT, I looked around the dark living room.
Have you ever found yourself standing in the middle of your life? Perhaps a puppy was tugging at your long skirt, too, but you felt a distance away – looking down and noticing as if for the first time,
I got another dog. This is my home.
Green data is burning from inside the entertainment console. The time, the station, the power is running to your plugged-in present. The silhouette of a cat greets you on the ledge into the kitchen, and you scratch his furry head.
You walk past the closed door holding Someone Special who went to bed early. They are contained, unaware that the night air let something in on the other side. They will not know that you were awake, saturated in everything that has happened up until this point in time.
No one has ever seen you like this, but you get this way, sometimes. If anyone happens to connect as long as You are here,
They will see straight into you.
It’s best that this happens at night.