it's a saturday

I found myself laying in bed this morning. The blankets wrapped around my feet, exposing my midsection, then coming back up to cover my shoulders and neck. I wonder when the bomb went off in the bed to destroy the covers my love always makes. And keeps made.

I stir slightly when she gets out of bed. I hear her open the dresser and pull out her clothes for pilates. I stay still.

I hear her put her shoes on and take the dogs out. I hear their bowls fill with food, I remain still.

She comes into the bedroom and kisses me goodbye. I stay still.

I reach for my book and in the dim light of my open window, I read.

My memory strains to remember the last day I had with nothing to do laid before me. I make a pot of coffee and forget about my cup until it’s luke warm sitting on my night stand. I drink half of it in one sip.

11am comes around. I’m still in my pajamas. I’ve pulled my laptop up close to me and started a slideshow. A slideshow of the year that’s passed. I can’t keep track of memories unless they are followed by a photograph. My memories not the best.

It’s two minutes before noon, and I still haven’t decided what to do today. It’s hard to decide when you can do anything.

My mood is light, and full of conquering desires. I’ll make today mine, however I decide.