Interlude

When I got home after dropping my mom off at the food pantry, I went to my room, pulled the curtains, laid down on my bed and closed my eyes for a few minutes.

I just wanted a moment of peace.  I wanted a moment to release all the stress that I've been feeling this year and well maybe for the last 50 some years to go away.  

Yes.  I thought of my person.  I thought of maybe this person would want do the same thing and lie down next to me in the dark and enjoy the silence.  Maybe he would say something to break me out of my spell.  Maybe he would be quiet too.  Maybe he would his hand over mine to let me know he's there.

He wouldn't see tired eyes with the black circles or the grey hair that keeps coming in like wildfire.  He would see a kind soul.  He definitely looks better than I do with his grey hair.  His hair might show a little sign of thinning.  He can't see anything without his glasses but he can see me.  We see more as we get older and what we see with each other is wonderful.

I snapped out of my brief moment of checking out and checked back into the lonely world that is my life.

It's nice to have a wishful thinking moment . . . 

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