” Do you know how good you look,” I asked him, “when you’re sitting there reading the morning papers?”
You didn’t realize you were bathed in sun rays, coming in from the drapes that were drawn the night before. From where I sat, at the head of the bed, hair in a bun and dazed from just waking, I watched you flipped the pages. I glanced up from looking at my phone to catch you frowning as you read the Business section. Even the sun’s rays cannot compare to the glow you exude.
Ten years older (a decade), and your wondrous gait proves it. You look at your watch instead of your phone for the time. You talk of the 80’s and skip to the 90’s when I fail to reciprocate.
He looked to me and smiled. His grey eyes fixed on me as he sips his coffee. He parted his lips and said,
“I forget your age sometimes”