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It's late, I go into the bedroom and wait for my eyes to adjust so I can see my sleeping lover. I undress and contemplate putting on socks but thought I'd look silly so decided against it. I climb in bed trying not to wake him. I put my arms around him while he's laying on his side. He's still asleep but reaches behind me and pulls my hips closer. I lie there thinking about everything that's happened today. I keep rewinding the mini movies, occasionally smiling, dreaming. I go in and out of sleep for a few hours. I think about putting my bike in the truck and driving to the park before the world wakes up. I imagine what I would wear, what I would listen to. I stop imagining and try to slowly squirm out of bed. I do not want to wake anyone up. "Honey,it's been 3 years, you need to sleep." he says, "I know, I'm sorry" I still go feeling guilty but I can't just not do something. The sun is not out when I dress and drive. Two days ago I passed by a group of old men who were birding. I said, "what are you looking for?" "A Vermilion Flycatcher." "It's really bright red but small." I move on after I take a glimpse up in the tree only to see nothing. This morning I passed by the tree again. There it was in all it's glory. Georgeous. This makes me happy. I want to put him in my pocket but I'm not wearing any pockets. I reachout to grab a leaf from the Oleander tree. They say it's poisonous which is why I like to reach out and touch it. I smell the leaf. Nothing. As I turn the corner I wonder if that damn Starbucks to go coffee mug is still in the same spot it usually is. I've seen it for weeks now. I even went so far as to stop and kick it once to see if it was full. It was. This time I laugh as I ride past. My attention to detail can drive me crazy. The sun starts coming up as I see the truck up ahead. I wonder if anyone in my house has woken up yet. I watch as the golfers pull out their clubs from their trunks. I wonder why they dress so bad. The sun feels good on my face. I lean my head back to absorb it's rays.
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