I was alone for far too long tonight. My kids were at their father’s house. My Captain was out saving the world. My cats were napping, and my fish isn’t speaking to me.
I had plenty to keep me busy. Tremendously fun stuff like dishes, laundry, paperwork, cleaning, scooping the cat box, things like that.
Oddly enough, none of it intrigued me.
And when I get bored like that, my thoughts turn to food. But no one was here to tell me I wasn’t hungry, merely apathetic….unmoved by the prospect of an evening filled with mundanity.
I wandered around my little cottage a few times, and finally found myself in front of my lover, the cookie jar.
I treasure that thing.
I didn’t hesitate, but with growing excitement lifted the lid….
and was immediately deflated. My hopes were dashed with one swift glance at the bottom of my love. He echoed apologetically with his emptiness.
I whimpered, and drifted…
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