this morning #1838.

this morning, she ran her hands through the length of my hair as i stared off into the distance. instead of embracing the calm & getting lost in her touch, i was tangled in thought about whether or not i intend to actually leave her this time. “you want me to make blueberry pancakes?” my fave. of course i did. “sure, hon. that’d be great.” she was well aware. gave my hair one more stroke. sealed it with a kiss. went to the kitchen to whip us up a fat stack. i’ve never been the type to just give up. she makes doing so even harder. i listened as she whistled while she worked. so darn cute but i never knew how long the calm would last. tomorrow, she might flip the script. be a total witch. shatter today’s peace into a million pieces.