Thursday, March 18
the brown leather couch
His house smells like vanilla. I see a champagne bottle over ice. I sit on the brown leather couch. It's nice and firm, and looks like new. He pours me a drink. We are celebrating his dad's birthday, he is very sick, in the hospital, with cancer. Kip want's to to something special, for his dad.
These size 4 jeans look good on me. I love these boots.
He comes over, and holds my hand, he takes out a little black box. It's the shiniest ring I have ever seen.
The couch is now mine too. It's soft, and looks like lot's of people have sat on it. I nurse Audrey on it while we all watch a movie. The couch has dog scratches and traces of spilled milk and juice. I don't even want to think about what's underneath the cushions.
This is a 3 minute writing exercise from: Adventures in Babywearing: Couches
You can participate too!
I wrote it on our local pupuseria's take out menu. 3 minutes goes by fast, I still have lot's to say!