We went to a wedding on Saturday, on the train.
Lost my phone, before we left the house. Of course it was in my bag all along, ringing merrily in silence as Bill called it repeatedly and I flung duvets and drawers about the place. So, we ran to the station, me in a cross silence at my own failure to know where anything is, ever. And then through the ticket hall, with form filling and ticket purchasing and slippery ticket hall floors.
The small hours
3AM
“Shhh, it’s okay. We’ll change your nappy and you can go back to sleep. Shh. Shh. Shh.” The nappy’s not actually dirty, I realise after turning the light on and waking you even more. With you returned sleepy to your cot, I creep out of your room, wondering when my pyjamas became so noisy. The material on my trousers swoosh swooshes against itself, whilst my feet make a noise on the carpet, and some joint clicks in my knee. That’s it, you’ll wake up now and I’ll be back to hovering near your cot and stroking your back. But somehow, I get out of your bedroom. I close the door so delicately, the click is nothing, and that’s the cat kept from joining you. Free.
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