The Wheels Turn

14 Nov

Eyes closed, head back leaning against the wall, she listened to herself breathe. In and out, rise and fall, intensify and release. It wasn’t bad day, just a busy one. With each intake she felt a pressure mount behind her eyes, and when let out, the pressure turned to pleasure, with deep warmth and envelopment of mind.

“Are you coming?” he called from the room.

She opened her eyes, looked around a bit, the kitchen was clean.

“Coming.” She answered.

The dry dishes were then put into the cabinets, the shoes, lined up for the next morning, his phone plugged in to charge, books gathered into one pile on the table, the box of tissues, out of reach of the baby, now put back on the table, the alarm set, the light in the kitchen switched off, the hallway one, flicked on. She walked toward the room, stopping in the laundry room to put the dryer back on.

She was ready for bed.


Posted by on November 14, 2012 in Family


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6 responses to “The Wheels Turn

  1. Mystery Woman

    November 14, 2012 at 3:02 pm

    You described that perfectly :).

    • TooYoungToTeach

      November 21, 2012 at 11:27 am

      Thanks 🙂 They say “write what you know”

  2. jacobs

    November 15, 2012 at 12:09 am

    that actually sounds like a nice dream!

  3. D

    November 15, 2012 at 4:16 am

    Can you come to my house next? I am drowning in a sea of laundry.

    • TooYoungToTeach

      November 21, 2012 at 11:26 am

      I’m drowning too… folding’s the worst, no?

  4. littleduckies

    January 7, 2013 at 1:38 pm

    Dishes are the worst!


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