Today is not a day for procrastination, I remind myself as I begin to ease my weary bones from my bed. The warmth of the blankets restrains me, compelling me to stay a few moments longer. The left side of the bed is empty. The sheets are wrinkle free and still carry the fragrance of newly laundered linen. No one has lain beside me for a time, the pristine pillow case testifies to the fact. In the crisp hours of new morn I yearn for the feel of another body against me, flesh on flesh, heart beating as one. I remember a time such as this. But, today I remind myself is not the day for memories, but a day for new adventures.
The movers are expected at 7 am; in the remaining hour I have endless tasks to complete. Eyes still closed I adjust the shower taps, step into the stream and allow the scalding liquid to soothe my aching soul.
