He rolled over, having fallen fully asleep.
My cape slipping away.
I roll over and drape myself across his back.
The refrigerator starts humming.
I tap out a rhythm with my right foot’s big toe.
The tap comes easily so I’m not dreaming.
yet, the bed remains empty.
She smiles. She shakes her head.
She admits. She misses him.
I am fascinated by the scientific endeavor and I read about or engage with those processes as much as possible. I am a compulsive reader and writer.
With a background in anthropology and as an arm-chair/backyard scientist, I hope to improve my writing skills and learn about any areas of weakness or misunderstanding in my analytic skills.
I am excited to share. Thank you for spending time here.
Please reach out if you are so inclined. I'd be excited to hear from you.
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