When I wake up and see that ruby half-smile, I know. There’s no choice in what I’ll do today. There’ll only be a “must.”
I dress quietly, turn off the light projector, check my phone.
It’s 9:29 am and I have five new messages, none of which I check.
I have a beautiful woman in my bed; the world can wait.
I go to the bathroom, brush my teeth – 100 for Momma and a 100 more since I missed last night. I call a taxi, whisper the address.
And then, I wake my sleeping princess. She looks pleasantly surprised at where she is, at seeing me, at having me clothe her, put her stuff in her bag, pull her to the door.
“You’re not a morning person, are you?” I ask.
Her only response is a sleepy nod.
“I called you a taxi,” I tell her. Then I press her to the wall in a kiss, breathe in her ear, “Oh,
