this morning #2183.

this morning, i just couldn’t get it out of my head. something serious has to be hiding behind that cellar door. sacred or wicked. what other excuse could he possibly have for keeping it locked all the time? we never talked about it after i’d moved in. no reason to, i guess. now, months later, i find myself sitting at the kitchen table with my tea. completely fixated on the door. trying to imagine what he’s hiding from me. “good morning, buddy.” suddenly, he was right there. i hadn’t even heard him get up. “morning.” i was about to ask but then i couldn’t do it. he gave me the side eye as he passed by on his way to the fridge. he took out my OJ & looked me right in the eye. took a big chug straight from the jug. total power move.