this morning #2026.

this morning, every single time he opened the front door to look outside, a blast of arctic cold overtook the apartment. i watched from across the living room. “i really wish you wouldn’t keep doing that.” he looked over at me & said nothing at all in response. literally waved my concerns aside & ambled off into the kitchen. crashing cabinets. rifling drawers. the sounds of urgent searching. “do you know where my knife is?” really? “no. i don’t. c’mon, dude. what do you need a knife for?” he just laughed. “there you are, my precious.” hurried past. knife in hand. opened the front door one final time, slamming it behind him. didn’t even stop to acknowledge the perplexed look on my face. off to make some stupid mistake.