Waking up to the dog licking my face, I contemplated just lying there until he started to eat me. How terribly predictable. Looking at the phone to find the time, I decided to actually change the light bulb and check the destruction I caused in the bedroom. There were pillows strewn about and the lamp and clock were on the other side of the room, but there wasn't anything damaged except the carpet where it seems a good portion of wine had spilled. I wanted a new rug for this room any way.
Sitting on the floor, petting the dog, I contemplated the future of things. It does not good to look back wondering how or why. Lingering on the now isn't the place I want to stay either. Best to look forward. Tomorrow is just like yesterday. He's been gone a long time, really even before he left. Considering opening another bottle of wine, I opt for a shower instead. As the water warms me and washes away some of the aches from sleeping on the floor the dogs start to bark. Of course someone would try and stop by just as I get in the shower. The dogs suddenly stop barking as I turn off the water. Frustrated that I would have to start again, I hear the jingle of keys. Putting on my robe, I wander out of the bathroom. Damn you, September.
There, in my living room was the reason for my hangover. Both of them, my pending ex-husband and the one who is the new me. “Can I help you?” Surprise and fury cross his face as he turns to me. “I could have sworn you left that key here yesterday. You know, yesterday when you said that we'd split up any belonging you've left here with the help of the lawyers? So, that begs not one, but two questions. I'll give you four guesses. Whether you guess right or wrong, you're leaving at the end of the game, without that key.” Finally it wasn't me that gave the sigh of resignation. The key was surrendered and I was left alone without a word.
Throwing myself on the couch, I snuggle up to my dog. I've never been so grateful that he is an affection whore. Hearing my stomach growl I laugh and head for the kitchen. Finding something to snack on, I pick up the phone. I start to call someone, anyone just to not be alone in my house tonight. Calling Beth was an exercise in frustration. “I'm sorry, Allison. Want to get a drink? No? You know, I think I'm going shopping, I need a new pair of shorts.” I tuned out after that. Continuing to pet the dog, I wonder if every attempt will be such a fantastic failure. Giving up without another try, I turn on the television on without caring of what's on.
Fitful dreams of keys raining down on my made the night seem really long. Upon waking the next morning, I consider going to work even though I'd been told to stay home. Deciding to call the boss first, he reiterates staying home, telling me I'd be no use today in the office. Hanging up with a grumble I foresee the boredom of my day stretching before me.
