fidelity

My mama wanted me to study science and marry a good man, so I did! And…i did.

[disheveledanddamned]

When my shift ends late at the laboratory, he comes driving for me. His journey gives me 15 more minutes than if I tried to catch the last bus home, so I give those 15 to the collection of all the things humanity has photographed up there. The screens give off a little heat and I press my fingers to it as I try to imagine the insensible burning that would happen if I was really there. It never really works but I think I’m getting better at it. Then I go downstairs and he is already waiting. I kiss him on the cheek for unlocking the passenger door and maybe if he’s not too tired we talk about family on the way home.

[disheveledanddamned]

He jokes that sometimes I leave my soul in the lab and forget to laugh at home. I tell him to be funnier. Then we giggle and his hypothesis is disproved for the seventh time. Then later in the night I pretend the curtains aren’t there and it’s deep space waiting outside the apartment window instead. I spacewalk untethered and he snores, unknowing. Sometimes he wakes up to laughter in the morning.