It’s a miserable day
And she won’t get out of bed
I made coffee, she rolled over
I ran to the store, she switch sides of the bed
It started to rain
At the exact time I heard her sniffle
‘Great, now she has a cold’, I thought
I ask if she planned to look for work
Only a groan out of the bedroom corpse
I rolled her a smoke
She smoked it, than rolled over
And fell right back to sleep
The weather has turned worse, outside
Black clouds started riding in
Thunder can be heard in the distance
I tell her that she needs to get up
She has things to get done today
Actually, I have no idea if this is true
I just want her out of my bed
Out of this house
I tell her I’m going to put gas in the car
I tell her I want her up and gone
By the time I’m back
When I get home there’s a silence to the house
I hear no snoring
Or swearing about sleeping longer
I see that the kitchen has been slightly cleaned
Did she do that before we went to bed?
The pillows for the couch have been put back
I guess I sometimes take care of that before bed
I sit down at the table and flip through the paper
I feel good that she listened to me
I guess there’s a first for everything
Now that I’m alone, maybe I’ll get some writing done
I sit at the typewriter
Snap away freely, with a smile on my face
That’s when I hear the cough
And a crippled murmur
Something about needing water
I walk to the bedroom
She’s gone back to sleep
On the floor
© Dicky J Loweman 2014