Alexander’s bus leaves at
8. When I got into bed last night, he
hadn’t packed. Despite his assurances, I
figured he’d be on a later bus.
I am awakened at 8:10. “Hi; it’s me; I’m on the bus.” I am as much disappointed as surprised. “Why didn’t you come in and kiss me
good-bye?” “I did, but you were
sleeping, and I didn’t want to wake you.”
I can’t believe he’d leave and not wake me to say good-bye. “You’re here, aren’t you?” I ask. He answers by walking in my room.
Alexander does make the
10’oclock bus and is at school by late afternoon. The apartment feels emptier already. But on the plus side,
- I won’t be going through rolls and rolls of paper towels
- Or toilet paper
- My home will be neater
- There will be no more empty glasses all around the house
- I can listen to only the music I like
- There will be no competition for living room space
- I will definitely be spending less money
- I will be eating less (although why this is I truly don’t know)
- I will awake in the morning and find the living room unchanged from the night before
- I can go to sleep without worrying what time Alexander will be coming home
Yes, those things I won’t
miss. But I sure will miss him.
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