Wednesday, June 16, 2004

There and Here

I don't usually rock in the rocking chair. Heck, I don't usually sit in it. I'm usually in this room doing this, not in that room doing that.

So I'm in that room, rocking in this chair. I mean really rocking, with the donkey bag swinging behind me, slapping the back of the chair kinda loud.

I'm in that room, and so are they.

He is sprawled out on the couch, like only a teenager can, bare feet kicking the throw pillow, elbows propping him up as he reads Greek myths. And she's hunched over the Capital Metro bus routes and schedules, scowling at the maps, wondering if it's cutting it too close to arrive one minute before the transfer bus leaves.

I was in there.

But now I'm in here, and that was that.


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