"It's three o'clock on a winter morning, foggy, the roads slick with ice. You turn in the bed, away from the man and his thick arms, his muscled chest, the wrists powerful from days spent with hammers and saws. You open your eyes and begin to calculate each of the moves it would take to get you out of here: the flip of he blankets, the swing of your legs onto the floor, the search for your clothes crumpled on the chair by the desk, gathering those clothes in your arms and tiptoeing over the creaking planks to pull them on in the other room--the boyfriend muttering from his side of the bed, or not making a sound, his eyes tightly closed, his head twisted away. And then the search for your purse, your shoes, your keys, your coat, standing with all these things by the doorway, trying to decide whether or not to say good night... ...Just the thought of it exhausts you, and when you contemplate even the first of these moves--the turning back of the covers--you realize the imp...
It's my quote!!!
ReplyDeleteI couldn't agree more. Amanda is easily substituted for Lady Gaga here.
ReplyDeleteAhahah... yes, this is Georgie-inspired. And Drew, I think this needs to be a part of our "we're moving to the East coast bitches" daily pep talk.
ReplyDeleteI realized later that my post made me seem really self absorbed. Its not my quote, but Gaga's. It just feels like mine because I find myself repeating it daily. Especially when kiddos are giving me a really hard time. Use it at will friends!
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