What I Want

They say if you don’t know exactly what it is you want, than you won’t know how to recognize it when you get it. To avoid that terrible tragedy, this is what I want....

I want to wake up in the morning, to freshly brewed coffee. Coffee brewed not by an automatic-timer, but by a thoughtful caring companion. Someone who knows that without black, piping hot coffee in the morning, I'm a hot mess!

Solitary.

I’m crying and I don’t know why. I can’t stop and I don’t know why. It’s those ugly sobs. The kind you lie on the floor and curl into a ball for because it’s the only comfortable place to be.

I dreaded coming home tonight. I don’t know why. Maybe it’s because I know how quite and still it will be when I unlock the door and turn on the light. I do though, I have to. I open the door, see the train track my three bubbling babies and I put together on the living room floor at 6 AM this morning, and I’m reminded.