It goes like this…
When I get home, the shower is running. No one is home, it seems. In the bathroom, there is a cranberry vodka with lime on the sink. Perfect.
I undress, noticing music softly playing from the bedroom. I can smell a familiar candle burning nearby, see the hint of red lighting from under the door.
I step into the shower, letting the hot water run down my face and chest. I lean against the cold stone of the shower wall, feeling the day wash down the drain.
Before long, I’m getting dressed, drinking, and wondering where you are.
When I open the bathroom door, the steam
pours out into the hallway and I gently open the bedroom door. My hair is still lightly damp, occasionally letting a drop slide down my face. I’m expecting to find you, lying there, spread across the bed. But there is only my shadow under the red light.
I close the door nearly all the way and sit against the headboard. As time passed, I wondered where you could be, what you were doing. Are you thinking about me?