It Made You Laugh

I woke up this morning and you were gone. Like you are gone in the morning everyday. When I open my eyes. You were awake already. As always.

So you were awake this morning when I woke up. And I rolled over. In the bed. As I do. When you are up. For room. No more perching. No more edge of precariousness.

Anyway, you were up. And the light was on. In the dining room. And I could hear the radio. And your footsteps. In the other room at the table. I could hear you. From the middle of the bed where I lay. You were at the table. I could tell from your footsteps. And you sat down.

Then I heard laughing. Your laughing. In the morning. At the table. Sitting in the dining room. I heard it. And I knew you were reading what I had written.

From the bed, I heard you laugh. In the morning. On your birthday. I heard you laugh. At what I wrote. And it made me smile that I made you laugh on your birthday.

Happy Birthday.

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