I usually spend the days staring at computer screens all the while pretending you’re in the other room reading, hiding from the volume of life in the living room. I’m getting surprisingly good at pretending so; I usually walk into the bedroom with a question in mind. How’s the book going or are you hungry? I find myself saying questions aloud to an empty bed ruffled on one side. I dismiss it and go through my suitcase or nightstand in hopes of picking something up, in order to give the trip to the room some purpose other thanâ€¦
I pour a large glass of water for myself and sit in the living room and watch Mexican television with my parents. I sometimes slosh the water around a bit to get the proper splash sound. I like to pretend that you’re simply bathing in a makeshift bathtub comprised of a large beer cooler and water cooler with hot and cold spouts for temperature control. However, I eventually just take a sip.
There is no logic to these elaborate daydreams other than my mind simply cannot comprehend your extended absence very well. It starts to plot against me. But like a child’s elaborate lie that sometimes involves mythical creatures and feats of super human abilities, it gets away from me and collapses into reality.
The reality being that I simply miss you.
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