this morning #31.

this morning, the back room floor tiles were cold to the touch, clean & devoid of the past. he rolled off his mattress & laid down his head & savored the porcelain chill, just for a moment, to take in that feeling of calm. his horoscope'd horrified him wholly. goddamn superstitious leo boyfriend who'd brought him astrology & went to chicago on business. up til then, he'd relied on a mindset of faith & chance, encountering days as they came. now, today's pisces horoscope swam through his veins. "be on your very best behavior." what the hell was that all about? he'd been a good partner, sibling, employee & such, but how would that fare come tonight? never the cheating type. never the one to reconnect, but X had called him with the offer of dinner, korean, of course, as he did. 8pm. west village. never the cheating type. never the one to relive old spirits. but pisces thought that out quite different.