this morning #2076.

this morning, literally lost for words, i chose to desert every sentence that i’d so carefully rehearsed. acknowledged that it was a subpar approach so into the shredder it went. i took two steps back. poured myself another cup of tea. in an hour, she’ll be here. i shut my eyes. gave the situation a fresh look. what am i really trying to say? how can i relay my ultimatum in a way that doesn’t come off as completely meek? she has this charming way of disarming me so it’s not going to be a simple task no matter how much practice i put in. she’ll make me make my point through repetition. force me to focus the camera over & over until the photo’s just right. the more i thought it over, i realized that i was going to have to make her cry.