Basement Window
by Mat Twassel
Copyright© 2023 by Mat Twassel
Feeling more or less okay. I tried to run fast this morning. All I can say is I’m not twice as slow as half my life ago. Likely that makes little sense, but I’m too tired to figure it out. I need a nap.
Rather than sleep, I read, but then I’m too tired to focus, and it might be that I sleep for a few minutes. My wife is at the dentist for her semi-annual checkup. I think it would be good were she lying next to me. We could hold hands. That would be enough. But then I wonder if it would be enough for her.
I have this strange thought that were I to be graded as a husband, I might well earn an A- or more likely a B+, but not anything close to A+++, which makes me slightly sad. I let my specific shortcomings drift away, choosing instead to fantasize that she can be whisked back in time in order to meet that A+++ lover. I would be so happy for her. A true A man would no doubt resolve to overcome his shortcoming by any means, and throw dreams of time machines out the window.
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