this morning #1174.

this morning, with a one & a two & a three & a four, i declared a thumb war. we jerked our linked hands back & forth, both of us waiting for an opening to emerge. her delicate looking fingers felt so much stronger pressed against mine like this. my heart started racing. i started talking shit. not sure why. it’s not really my style. she effortlessly returned the favor. started talking shit back. “your mom’s got webbed toes.” that’s all it took. i knew it wasn’t true but couldn’t help but picture my mom’s feet. it gave her the split second she needed to pin me. i struggled to pull my thumb free. one. two. three. she’d won this round. i panicked. rambled. demanded '“best out of three.” she leaned in & kissed me.