Brains!

The lantern lights are casting that pink grapefruit light again in our room. This time the open window lets in the cold arctic air being blown along the polar jet stream. I’m wrapped up in a gray blanket, sitting-my legs stretched out crossed in front of me on our double bed. My fingers walk along him restlessly. I wonder sometimes what they would do if they weren’t joined to my hands. The murmuring television sounds from the living room filter through the thin walls. It smells like breathing and linens. He’s propped up on one elbow, and he smiles at me. I remember. What we talked about and what we did. More reassuring though are the seal-like eyes that are looking at me. I have never seen the woody eyes look like this before. It might be the lighting and the tone of the face they are set in. No I have noticed them before-they are something new from the past couple of days. I go over it all again, everything is calmer now like gentle autumn sunsets. In the end it has produced a new perspective. Now when I look at him I feel like I have dug something jewel studded out of a cobwebbed mine that I already excavated a long time ago. I suppose I am enjoying the moths that it seems to awaken in my tummy. I seem to be sleepier now; as if all there was to do was lie here and eventually just fall asleep.