The greasiness kept threatening to push its way up my throat. He did it a lot, after that first time. I gave it a tiny push, and it swung open. Relief, mixed with terror. To give light to; light up.
Relief, mixed with terror. Instead of eight to four I have to move to the later shift, midnight to eight.
It was creating a minuscule hole in the soft fiesh of my finger as I pressed harder and harder. I know I should be getting out my supply list, should go and try to find my gym clothes at the bottom of my closet, should get my hair trimmed, should do all those back-to-school things that some people say they enjoy.
I planned to sit out in the backyard on a lawn chair, so I could see the car lights as she pulled into the driveway. Ripe rip adj. I planned to sit out in the backyard on a lawn chair, so I could see the car lights as she pulled into the driveway.
I nodded, and the way her eyes held on to mine brought a sudden, hopeful surge of blood into my throat. Lying in bed in the thin grey morning light, understanding that today was the day I had to do it, I was overwhelmed with a sensation of heavy lightness, or maybe it was light heaviness.
But when I turned toward him his eyes flicked back to the screen.