August and I are making popcorn and preparing to watch the whole season of Dash & Lily in a day. Because we have decided that people suck and everyone who isn't on this point can be pushed away for a while, no harm, no foul. Pretty sure I'm the one being reassured here and he is merely showing me precisely how to engage in a little downtime because just about everything is setting me off and I don't want to see the internet, I don't want to watch the news and I don't want to interact with people.
When he found me I was under the covers, quilts up over my head, fully clothed and completely unable to be reasoned with. Which isn't an unusual thing, being me but today just feels so much more abrasive and impossible than usual but instead of being inconsolable I am angry.
Progress, August says with a wink.
Fuck you too, I rage. But he doesn't react with any surprise and puts his arms out for a hug instead. I hit the wall of flannel a little too gratefully, forgetting to keep up my defenses, throwing my arms around him tight and he asks if I actually got any sleep last night.
Not enough. Lochlan and I-
I get it. You guys need to sleep sometime, you know.
Why? I laugh. We're having a lifelong honeymoon here. I rub my eyes. Tears just sneak out here and there. I'm a leaky faucet most of the time.
That's what I want to hear. Where's Loch?
Sleeping in the solarium. I laugh again. He can sleep during the day. I hate him for that too.
Then let's find a movie or a show and hang out until dinner.
Oh, sold.
You sound grateful.
Both Duncan and PJ turned me down for this exact thing already today.
Their loss.
You're RIGHT. I am AWESOME.
August's turn to laugh. Yes you are.