Friday

billygean ♦ June 29, 2009 ♦ 1 Comment

“So,” MadFather says. “How are you feeling?”

“Bit crap,” I say, and give a sniff. “But not too crap to function. Just – you know – warning signs.”

I look out of the window and mentally work out how many hours until MindReader’s return. I haven’t heard a thing, which is oddly familiar. Indeed he went away for about this long – with no mobile reception – pretty much on this day last year.

“Shall we do this work then?” he says.

It is satisfying, for us both, to do achieve something and to finish it and relax at 7pm.

We go to the cinema (My Sister’s Keeper: good, but why must they always change the ending?), I get home and have a fabulous bath and light a few candles around my home bedroom.

I miss MindReader, my heart says, and I imagine telling him about my day. As it is, I don’t even know if he got to the deepest darkest bits of Wales okay.

I sit up straight and look at the flames. This time around, I can walk, or run, and be paid to do work at a desk. This was unthinkable last time around. Furthermore, I am me again. Not a brief extension of a boyfriend who could walk just fine, but me, with my own normal worries and likes and dislikes.

This time, I think, there will be no crying, no hysterical text messages, no matter how bad my health gets. This time, it will be different.