They were together again; same house and life. False smiles and civilities. The relationship couldn't have been more about convenience if there was a soda fountain and jerky rack in the bedroom.
I jarred her awake to say farewell. Obligations. She threw her arms around me, almost terrified to let me go.
"Thank you. You woke me up."
We'll have known each other ten years come high summer and have been more to each other a little more than half of that come spring. This isn't the first time she's thanked me for waking her. That bit of gratitude's mulilayered.
Wake Up Call. Perfect title, and fits so well with what you write about the relationship, and in the end about her gratitude.
ReplyDeleteOften your words leave me wanting to know more.
Wow. You're practically a knight in shining armor, and I mean that sincerely.
ReplyDeleteBeautifully written and 'Wake up call' is the perfect title for such a brilliant post.
ReplyDeleteNess Roo; I've often tried to say I'm not saint or a superhereo, let alone a knight, but thank you.
ReplyDeleteStarlight; Thank you
This was a beautiful 100 words post.
ReplyDeleteI'm with terlee. This for me asks more questions than it answers.
ReplyDeletePerhaps one of these days I will have to tell the tale in more detail.
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