Day 3

Yesterday sucked. It was, without a shadow of a doubt, the worst Monday I have had in memory. Without getting into details, suffice to say that it was cold, he was cold, and my night was cold and sleepless. Here's to hoping Tuesday will be better.

Reflection on all of this will have to come later, since right now I have to be in class in twenty minutes and am still wet-haired and in my housecoat. Not to mention unprepared for the debate I have to give. Not to mention terrified of running into him again. Stupid coinciding schedule.

For now, it is dissipating, but I had a dream about him last night. It was during a fleeting moment of true sleep. He was kneeling at the bathtub testing the temperature of the water. I walked over to him and placed my hands on his shoulders. He looked up, and asked me where the soap went, and I fetched him a box from the cupboard, even though he knows full well that's where I keep the soap. I smiled because he is difficult that way, and bent down to hug him and kissed his neck. "I missed you these past few days" I murmured.

"I missed you too" he replied.