whipchick (whipchick) wrote,

What's it worth?

He yawns loudly from behind the bedroom door, which I know is the signal for please come have sex with me now. We joke about it, I’ve already planned to wake him the best way from his nap.

I open the door. I kiss him.

He says, “I can’t fall asleep.”

I say, “You’ll have to fake it for forty-five more minutes, I’m writing with Kate.”

I have an appointment. Two hours. Sex penciled in for the end of the slot, the right time-span for him to have a nap, for me to write, to get back to the habit and the pages and the writing buddy I’ve been missing.

He gets up anyway. Smokes. Gets dressed. I put in my headphones, worry that I’m losing a chance to show my boyfriend I love him, undoing the emails and phone calls and lessons in his (otherwise useless) language, then turn up the music and type.

Still worrying.

Still typing.

Tags: non-fiction, wholesale vs retail
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