this morning #1694.
this morning, she rolled over in bed to face me. yawned wide & smiled at me but didn’t say a word. i smiled back. maintained silence. wide awake. i’d already been up for two hours. hadn’t slept that much. once we finally decided to go to sleep last night, i tossed & turned a bunch of times. the reality of sleeping in a new bed. then i got self-conscious. restless. didn’t want to keep her awake so i stayed in one place. laid there staring up at her bedroom ceiling. as my insomnia continued, i assessed who she was through glances of her possessions caught through the dark. now, in the morning light, i notice that her nose bends slightly to the right. she likely broke it. i’d like to know for sure but won’t ask now. not yet. too soon.