I woke up alone this morning. Again.
The animals wedged around my legs, the children from the sleepover presumably still asleep on the couch where they’d passed out at much too late an hour last night.
I checked my phone.
So, I did something.
I stood in front of a great big window and filled with [not unapologetic] vanity twisted and turned and sucked it in as little strips of light hugged me tight.
They touched my belly and my bottom and my breasts.
I wished they’d singe me to prove they were there.
When I moved away they were gone, erased in a moment, but at least something touched me this morning.
Too bad I didn’t feel a thing.
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