There's a knock at the door, but I don't answer right away. I sit at the computer, sip my coffee, and scan the job ads in my field.... nothing.... so, I walk reluctantly to the door.
She stands there... or I guess she leans there-- leaning against the door jam, tapping her foot.
"What took you so long?" she says, as she walks right past me and sits on my bed.
I don't answer, because I know it was a rhetorical question. I return to my computer, and stare at the screen, waiting for something--anything-- to appear to snap me out of it....
I go about my other morning business slowly and without emotion... I wash my face, put on my gym clothes and brush my teeth. I stare in the mirror for too long and my face starts to bend and contort under the weight of my critical gaze. I reprimand the kitties for fighting and check my facebook one more time.
The whole time she just sits there-- laughing occasionally.
Finally, I walk to the door, and exit quietly as I snap off the light.
and I hope she will be gone when I return...