this morning #1449.

this morning, we laid a blanket down a few yards from the shore. as far as i knew, our friends would be joining us any minute now. i kicked off my flats. got comfy. stared up at the clouds slicing through the sky. he tried to break the silence by breaking out a bottle of wine & filling up a cup. almost as an afterthought, he asked if i wanted some. i did but i said “no thanks” in a way that i suppose was supposed to leave him feeling ashamed about drinking so early in the day. he just shrugged it off with an “ok.” took a big swig. i looked over at him. took in every inch of his smug face. he obviously didn’t care what i thought. not anymore. my opinion probably wouldn’t have stopped him either way.