It’s morning. There’s a sense of waiting for someone, like I’d forgotten a friend was coming over. The squares of light on the living room floor got me thinking of how we’d play checkers. How we’d take plates or plants or books and set them up on the floor like game pieces.
We’d skip and move players, brushing hips, slamming books near the window so the birds outside would scatter. Sometimes we’d move where we wanted, just to sit side by side,silent and drowning in light.
When I think about it now, I guess that would have been a good way to go. Drowning in light.