Flat Line

For Princess,because my pool and I agree that you must return this summer:-) Come home!!

I have a happy memory of a sad time a few years ago; of a windy summer night I worked late and came home to silence. I remember standing in the shower watching as the steam fogged the mirror so that I couldn't see the tears in my eyes even though I knew they were there. I remember how soft the rug felt under my sore feet, and how gently my pillow embraced my face. I fell asleep to the hum of the ceiling fan, and in the background I could faintly tell that I had left music on somewhere...maybe in the living room, may it was just my head. I suspect greatly though that it was in my soul.
On the makeshift dresser by my bed a can of pepsi sat going flat; symbolic perhaps of the oncoming emptyness-no highs, no lows, just a life that would blur into a basic non-event.