In a gymnasium in natural mostly gone dark, I sat on the floor watching a small, old-fashioned television set.
It was cold, and when I pulled a blanket over my legs, he took some too and also put both his hands over my hands and moved closer.
When the performance ended he stood, asked me in the light if I wanted to go
to a movie.
“Sure,” I said, my heart beating fast; people still did this? We walked outside. He opened the door to his Saab and we sat, didn’t talk, just drove.
He wore sunglasses, looked over once, smiled.
“Will you drop me off so I can take a shower, and then pick me back up again?”
I looked out my window, smiling to myself. The next twenty minutes or so would be the best I’ve had in years; the sunshine, the chances.
2 thoughts on “Dream (01/19/09)”
Sunshine, chances…Beautifully written Jamie.
Thanks lady *heart*