[100 days of 100 words] 6/100

Yesterday, I could have gotten up early, gotten things done. Instead I stayed in bed and lazed until my love returned to bed and ran his nails over my skin.

We loved like drowning people, filling each other with the air we’d lacked for weeks, then fell asleep for another hour. Later we brunched luxuriously, before running a simple errand, then going to spend time with a few hundred friends at a party filled with spicy foods and spicy conversation. Nothing, and everything, got done.

I have no regrets, no need for vicious self-discipline. Here are yesterday’s hundred words, dammit.

[100 days of 100 words] 7/100

She’ll be asleep by now. Three time zones away in the past, she lies in bed while I hurtle into the future, touching down feet from the ocean’s edge, Boston’s Logan insanity.

8 a.m. already; my body thinks it’s 5. I’d have hated her to wake and find me gone. I bathed in her hair, devoured her scent, curled into her skin as she dozed. The last time, she said. Then I blew out her pilot light and turned on the oven full blast.

They’ll say I left my heart in San Francisco, but it’s okay. I took hers home.