Perspective

When I wake up, we aren't lost in the throes of passion. Instead, he's off to work and I'm hours behind him. He forgot to change the laundry over, so I have to restart it and put off my shower, I have to wear yesterday's jeans. My coffee got cold while I was waiting for the dogs to do their business and I forget it in the microwave when I reheat it. I find two pieces of the puzzle we do together but not together, it's still 12 hours until I see him again. Our cat throws up on the carpet, and despite my emetophobia, I'm the one who has to clean it. It rains when I drive to work, too much for level 1 on my windshield wipers, but forcing it to squeak across the glass on level 2. The CD in the CD player skips, and my phone falls out of its place in the holder. I get to work; I'm forced to work alongside my least favorite coworker.

I wake up next to the person I love, and he thought ahead to start the laundry. My coffee is sweet and iced and I got to spend time outside with the dogs. My jeans are comfortable and not at all starchy. I add some pieces to the puzzle that grows even when we aren't together, I confront a fear. The rain smells clean and feels good on my skin, I play a new CD I haven't heard in a while. I learn to glace at my phone less while I drive. At my dream job, I get to learn from a person whose perspective I often disagree with.

I forgot to change the laundry over.