At 6:30am he's woken up by the alarm on his phone. At 6:30am he's woken up by the sight of her face. He gets up and drags his feet to the washroom. Turns on the faucet and drowns his face in the the palm of water that leaks in between his fingers. Goes back in his room and takes a gulp of the glass of water he left from last night and slips on a pair of grey socks and his favourite blue jeans. Grabs the sneakers on his floor, a flannel from his closet and a square yellow envelope on top of his desk. He runs out to his car and it starts with a loud squeal.
At 7:25 he parks in an alley and runs through the greens and fences and down a quiet street until he reaches a single story house fenced with small boulders and crunched up leaves. He's nervous, a bit tired, but very eager. He walks towards the door, fiddling the yellow envelope in his fingers. He hears the dog on the other side of the door whimper and rattle his cage. He crouches down and opens the mail slot and places the envelope halfway through. He stands in front of the door and waits.
At 7:31 he hears the floors creaking on the other side. She's there. He stands facing the door but his eyes are staring at the envelope, like a cowboy in a shootout looking at his pistol. Slowly the envelope disappears to other side. As a white envelope comes through to his. He grabs it. He exhales.. and walks backwards looking at the door, in hopes that she's staring at him through the peep hole. He smiles and sprints back to the alley.
At 9:00am he's woken up by the warmth of the sun shining on his face through his window. At 9:00am he's woken up by the warmth of her hand caressing his hair. He gets up and drags his feet over to his desk. Picks up the envelope, opens it and pulls out several sheets on lines paper and holds it close to his face.. and drowns his face in the scent she left and she kiss she marked with her lipstick. He takes the last gulp of that glass of water from the night before, sits down, puts on his glasses.. and smiles, with his heart, and reads, his morning paper. - God is Love
It's kind of a random story, but it's true. When you love someone, you'll figure out a lot of different things to make up for not being able to see them. Or to make the time apart, being easier to bare. My girlfriend and I, give each other, Morning Papers.
