July 9, 2008
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I lean on his chest. He stares at the television with his arms above my head, never touching my skin. When the movie funishes, he pushes me off and takes out the DVD from the player. He proceeds to walk away to do his n ightly ritual before he goes to sleep. He doesn’t say a word. I get up from the couch after watching his moves, waiting for some sign maybe that he knows I’m still here. Nothing. I shuffle back to the bedroom, careful to hide my tail between my legs. I take my clothes off in the bedroom and he enters and walks past me. I cover my body inside the blankets, afraid of being naked. He goes to sleep and I stare at his side of the bed. I stare at his bare back. He slumbers.
I think I laid there staring for ten minutes.
So I shuffle out of bed again, carrying two pillows.
I’m going to sleep on the sofa tonight. I don’t think he’ll notice. I don’t see myself in his eyes anymore. I don’t see his eyes at all.
