this morning #319.

this morning, the feeling was mutual & slightly unusual for such an early hour. earlier, he had soured on the idea of their relationship ever being repaired. as dawn broke, his wife’s screamed implorations were the mirror image of the desperate shouts he’d corked up inside his brain. this untimely argument had thrown him. on normal days, their airing of grievances was more of a before-bed ritual, an exercise that had replaced sex ages ago. today though, he had chosen to ignore his wife’s request for help cleaning up the house. by taking his sweet time getting out of bed, his pride led to sloth which fueled her wrath. with three deadly sins on display, the mutual hate could flow freely.