You yawn. You spent too much time tonight worrying that he’d been stabbed. In a few more hours, you’ll need to wake up too early to go to a job that you hate and that can’t pay the bills to support both of you. He yawns, too. You’re both tired, both have other things you try to do in the space between work and life because you both call yourselves artists. You’re both in love and sleep deprived, moving through the days like a dream you keep reliving and can’t get out of.
Published by Crab Fat Literary Magazine: Issue 5