Friday, July 01, 2005
I had a moment last night
Had a nice little night dive last evening. The water was absolutely crawling with little crabs, shrimp, worms swimming smacking into our flashlights.. We also saw, um, baby squid? That's my best guess. They were adorable.
On the way home, I passed by the exit for 5-95 and was hit by a wave of nostalgia.
I was cold and I was tired and all I could think of was how nice it would be to be going home, to my old home. Like it was back in the day. When I'd come home and would look forward to finding Ed, whether it was buzzing away with loud things on the patio or tapping away on his computer in his office. I'd get a kiss and a hug from my human space heater and get to give him the dive report, excited-Stacey (talking too fast) style. And bedtime would be as it was, warm and snuggled up in the big, navy-blue bed. I can't even explain the way I miss it, but I do so dearly.
I had to smile when I came home and Fluffy ran up, probably feeling very much the way I was: cold, damp, and wishing very much to be in that comfortable place that doesn't have all that much to do with the place at all. Of course, Fluffy was just thinking of the place where the girl gives him tuna and doesn't get mad when he pukes on the bedspread. Fluffy got let in, where he got warm, dry, and fed. I settled for an old dry sweatshirt.
So isn't that cute? A shivering girl's tame fantasy of warm comforters and a boy she misses talking to? This makes me sad. ΒΆ 2:13 PM
On the way home, I passed by the exit for 5-95 and was hit by a wave of nostalgia.
I was cold and I was tired and all I could think of was how nice it would be to be going home, to my old home. Like it was back in the day. When I'd come home and would look forward to finding Ed, whether it was buzzing away with loud things on the patio or tapping away on his computer in his office. I'd get a kiss and a hug from my human space heater and get to give him the dive report, excited-Stacey (talking too fast) style. And bedtime would be as it was, warm and snuggled up in the big, navy-blue bed. I can't even explain the way I miss it, but I do so dearly.
I had to smile when I came home and Fluffy ran up, probably feeling very much the way I was: cold, damp, and wishing very much to be in that comfortable place that doesn't have all that much to do with the place at all. Of course, Fluffy was just thinking of the place where the girl gives him tuna and doesn't get mad when he pukes on the bedspread. Fluffy got let in, where he got warm, dry, and fed. I settled for an old dry sweatshirt.
So isn't that cute? A shivering girl's tame fantasy of warm comforters and a boy she misses talking to? This makes me sad. ΒΆ 2:13 PM
