Watching Caleb sleep. I'm jammed in the corner between the wall and the window, knees up, weighing down the duvet so that if he turns, he's going to wake up, as he won't be able to take the duvet with him. He's my wanderlust cure, my adventurer oddly enough, always suggesting exactly what I need to fix the weird propensity to want to run when things get good. I think it's a holdover from the days when Lochlan would sneak us out of a gig or a town with a saying about always leaving on a high note, when things are good, before people start looking for you. Lochlan is a homebody at heart though. He always wanted to just stop moving, for chrissakes.
My brain has her bags packed, all the shades are drawn and the lights are on automatic timers so that no one will know that I'm gone.
You're like a little bear. The only thing missing is a honey pot. He laughs sleepily. I jump at the sound of his voice. I thought he was out like a light.
Did I wake you?
Yes. You didn't think I would feel a hundred-pound weight on my blanket? I've been paralyzed like this for over an hour. He grabs me, pulling me in against him, throwing the duvet over top of both of us. His skin is so warm. He kisses the tip of my nose and then pushes his face up toward the light to fall back asleep.
I close my eyes but I don't sleep.
Where do you want to go?
Day trips.
Where though?
Exploring.
Ah. Close enough to be safe but far enough to get away. This is the story of your life, Bridget.
My brain has her bags packed, all the shades are drawn and the lights are on automatic timers so that no one will know that I'm gone.
You're like a little bear. The only thing missing is a honey pot. He laughs sleepily. I jump at the sound of his voice. I thought he was out like a light.
Did I wake you?
Yes. You didn't think I would feel a hundred-pound weight on my blanket? I've been paralyzed like this for over an hour. He grabs me, pulling me in against him, throwing the duvet over top of both of us. His skin is so warm. He kisses the tip of my nose and then pushes his face up toward the light to fall back asleep.
I close my eyes but I don't sleep.
Where do you want to go?
Day trips.
Where though?
Exploring.
Ah. Close enough to be safe but far enough to get away. This is the story of your life, Bridget.