Tuesday, September 1, 2009

flashback: march 26, 2003

tossing and turning, fluffing pillows and refluffing , turning off the record player, trying not to think, unplugging the clock. its late monday night and i cant sleep. i usually sleep better on couches anyways, so i gather my blanket and alarm clock and pitter patter down stairs. theres ben in the kitchen cooking pasta, a late night snack...hmm...that sounds pretty good, think ill join him. ben's behavior is surprising, "the shoe is on the other foot now!" he triumphanly declares, drunk, goofy, very much awake. i remembered that time last month when i came home late and crept into his sleepy room, forcing him to listen to me play his guitar and rave on about the events of the evening. now the tables were turned, but his drunken energy was robbing off on me. that pasta we were cookin, we couldnt finish it all, but it sure looked nice stuck to the ceiling. pictures were taken, photographs were taped to back of milk cartons, and a handful of yummy noodles were draped on the door handle. a little textured present for dennis upon his arrival. on the couch in the dark an hour later i heard dennis come home. the turning of the doorknob, the opening of the door, the "what the fuck is this" utterance, a peaceful nights rest.

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