this morning #1918.

this morning, as she moved about the room in a trance, a page straight out of modern dance, arms out wide & palms facing toward the sky, he just sat back & calmly watched from the comfort of their bed. searched for deeper meaning behind her motions. every time that she got like this, he watched. appreciated her grace but also thought hard. maybe there wasn’t any meaning at all to her occasional shift in moods but he liked to think that there was. most of the time, she stayed subdued but every so often she’d let herself be free in front of him. free enough to forget to feel foolish. he wished that her letting go wasn’t such an infrequent event but also knew that he was lucky. she only shared this side of herself with him.