Friday, September 30, 2016

The cat has learned how to open the closet door

Later, he brings me tea. He has boiled water on the stove and brewed the mixture that I make for myself any morning that the pot is already clean and I do not need to wash it by hand: half dandelion root, half twig tea. He wants me to know that he cares.

Here is what I think but will not say: I do not--cannot--drink twig tea at night. It contains caffeine, and if I drink it now I will not sleep. I am so sensitive.

After he showers he wants me to tell him that everything is okay. He needs to know where we stand.

The mug of tea sits on the bedside table beside me, growing cold.

I don't think there's anything I could say that would make you understand.

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