Roadnotes
It's not misspelling that gets me caught so often -- it's mispronunciation. I am a reader, and was a reader before I could speak clearly (speech therapy in elementary school, for replacing "s" with "r" -- "You were Scooby-Doo!" one lover exclaimed when I told him that). I see words, but if I don't hear them, I don't know how to say them. But I came to adulthood in fandom, where correcting pronunciation is not considered a big thing, but a casual courtesy. So I learn, but I try to remember when someone is likely to find it more irritating if I correct them.
Have I run out of time? Probably, because I am not doing well today. Still, words and language, and neutrality...
Sleep again, I think.
He's looming over me, as I sprawl on my back, his thighs pressing mine against the mattress, and his knees pinning my legs down. I would laugh, but I can't quite read his facial expression, so I don't know it it's the right thing to do, to switch the mood from serious to silly, or if it would make him angry or disappointed. It's an odd state, so I wait, and then lift my hand to stroke his cheek, and wait to see how he reacts. He blinks.
He takes my wrist, and kisses the inside of it, not making eye contact. I sigh, and wait. We can do this, whatever it is, however it is, from here, together.
Where do we want to go? How do we want to go? I do not know, but I know that we'll go together, and see where we wind up. This is a moment in between moments, and the next one will take us somewhere else.