I had a dream last night that we were sitting together in the morning, drinking coffee, and when you leaned over to pick up the newspaper, I could see the tag on your t-shirt, inside your sweater, against your neck.
I could read the brand name and for a moment it was so completely paralyzing that I almost forgot to swallow. I try to imagine you going into a store and picking out a sweater, choosing blue over red.
I couldn't.
It just doesn't fit anything I know about you.
I woke up before the alarm this morning and lay there sleepily thinking about your tag. It was almost decadent. It's like hearing a favorite song and the minute the song is over, lifting up the needle on the record player and starting it all over again. Even though it was only seconds long, I'd pick up the needle and start the memory all over again.
I tell myself that I will only allow myself to think about your tag until the alarm goes off and then never again. I turn on my side and stretch out to the cool, empty, pillow on the other side of the bed.
I closed my eyes and lifted the needle.
Then the alarm begins to beep.
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