Bless the Zeitgeber

BF enters our home after dawn, returning from the previous evening's menschkeit. He finds me wide awake, sitting up in bed with the overhead light on, coloring in a black-and-white picture on my lap table. “What time did you wake up?” “5:50...” I respond, as I fill roses with crimson. He groans. “Go back to … Continue reading Bless the Zeitgeber