this morning #17.

this morning, if he didn't do it now, he wouldn't ever do it. she had told him he should. he had told her he wouldn't unless she could answer these questions three. why did she love him? how should he do it? what was the point? she answered two quickly. the third never came. he considered it still. it lay still in his head. the bed beneath him felt light, feathers & such. much of the fear's in the doing. much was considered before this was brewing so damn intensely each morn. awoke. woke. spoke to the thoughts of the future & parts of the past that remained but explained that it couldn't be done for the shine in her eyes looked so dumb.