A faded image: a couple falls onto the crisp white sheets of
a bed in each others’ arms.
A morning shower.
The breakfast table. The morning paper. A piece of toast and
black currant jam.
She enters. Late for work. A black pencil skirt and white
blouse. Her leather satchel in one hand. She empties the coffee press into her
thermos.
You get up to kiss her.
“Morning, babe.”
“Morning.”
She takes what remains of your toast off the plate.
“I’ve gotta run.”
“Bye.”
The door slams shut.
“It’s always me doing nothing. Staying home and pretending
that’s all it takes to be a successful creative," you think.
"I don’t work hard enough. I need more concrete goals to push me along,” you think.
You finish a bowl of cereal and the paper.
“More dead in Syria” crosses your mind.
Copyright Oren Peleg 2012
Copyright Oren Peleg 2012
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