As another Facebook alert goes off on my smartphone, it becomes obvious that he’s not answering my text messages tonight. I’m at a lost for words my feelings have become more and more sensitive to the social media updates vibration. That seems to make my lonely queen sized bed pulsate. How long does it take to answer a text message? Most importantly how long does it take to answer a text message from me. The weather is bad outside, all I want to know is did you make it home safely? The rain outside my condo window echoes the same pounding of my heart as the minutes trickle down the encroaching hour. I must relax with the storm exercising its concerns for the day, my concern for your safe travel must rank as a honorable mention in the eyes of the creator. I can only wait and anticipate your ringtone to lull my concerns to sleep. There’s other things I can do to deceive time for a moment or two possibly three.
My warm fuzzy socks lead my feet to the pantry there I find a bottle of SutterHome Gewurztraminer a party favor Diane from my book club left behind. As I continued to rummage through the pantry I pulled out a bottle of Sprite, ok now things are starting to get interesting. I two stepped over to the fridge where I found a canfrozen pink lemonade concentrate and box of fresh raspberries.
Poured Gewurztraminer wine into a large pitcher and stir in the Sprite, pink lemonade concentrate, and raspberries. Then I placed the pitcher in refrigerator so I could put a chill on it.
All the while dancing to Maxi Priest on repeat.
I found myself that night enjoying the company of 1 rather than of 2. The more I started to find myself the less and less I found of my lovely Lemonade.The room began to spin and I swam in the midst of it all until I heard my doorbell ringing followed by a rhythmic sequences of knocking. As I walked closer to the door my mind beat me there and behind that door I saw him drenched in rain with his warming smile being the only thing that was dry.
Maybe singing “I want to be close to you” with all my heart and soul found him on the interstate and he turned around to come see once again. As I reached the door my heart began to hum “Killing Me Softly” by Roberta Flack. I unlocked the deadbolt and removed the chain on the door to be greeted by a portly shaped woman who asked me “Could I keep it down up here, her girlfriend had to be up early the next morning for work. “Sure thing” as I closed the behind her.