this morning #13.

this morning, it was time. high time. high time to find the reason for the kind of pining she was pining for. again & again. tie me down. tie me up. two camps of thought knocking around in the full capacity of her head as she made her way to the bathroom. fruity scrub on the face. perfume dusting the confidence. a lover on the wind. a flight of words. quite the spiteful cur she’d been in recent times. this morning, awoken by dreams too simple to seem worth remembering, she brushed through her hair unaware of the precise practice of his forgiveness. this time, she had sworn, would be different. it wasn’t. of course he still hadn’t changed.