addy Laughter escaping as you captivate any and everybody in a twenty foot radious. Your walk is mean... It’s like you’re trying to own the world, and with every step you take your getting closer to that final destination. I peek at the clock one more time. The establishment will close at 2am. I’m calculating drive time with an allowance for traffic. Am I being pathetic? Oh well, I don’t care. I want you next to me, in this bed where you belong. Bob Marly and Lauryn Hill are now seeping through the speakers, Bob wanting to turn the lights down low. Standing up, clad only in black Ellen boxer briefs, I make my way to the bathroom and splash cold water on my face. Wide awake now, I make sure to place the towel back onto the towel rack, departmnent store perfect, knowing you’ll have my head otherwise. From the top shelf of my closet, I retrieve
an Altoids can, and proceed to clumsily roll a zig zag. My nerves somewhat settled, I power up my PC in an attempt to pass time. I blog a picture I snapped of you sleeping last night, your hair covering half your face, in perfect heavenly peace. I then buy you those Gucci heels you wanted on Thursday, but couldn’t get because the boutique didn’t have your size, and finally pay some bills. Wait.I hear a noise from outisde the bedroom door. Your’re home! I can hear your padded foot steps as you make your way to the bedroom, your bangles fighting each other on your wrist, seeing who can make the most noise. You peek into the bedroom and see me, and utter the most beautiful word ...”daddy...”
* the names and events that take place in this story are fiction based.
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