The Blank Stare

We sit right across from each other, looking at each other.  Often, she sits on my lap as we share these moments.  I know I need to touch her, to let my fingers play across her while she sits there, waiting, teasing me with her obstinate posturing.

Tonight, she sat on my lap for four hours, give or take a handful or two of minutes, and, other than keeping my lap warm, this short post was all I was able to get out of her.

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One Response

  1. Perhaps you should leave her alone and go to bed with your wife:)

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