You'll be away for a few days. The favor you ask of me is to keep an eye on the place. That request is simple enough. I stop by to water the plant and catch the mail and.
It's odd being in your home without you. The space takes on a whole new energy. I must be really missing you because your memory is beckoning me to areas of your house that will surely cause me to think of you. I sit on the sofa and kick my feet out. This is the spot where you must have sat while we've talked on the phone. I rest my head back into the cushion and recall your voice close to my ear. It's a voice that has made me laugh and much more.
I pull myself up and walk into the kitchen. My finger drags across notes on the refrigerator door. I continue to wander, heading down the hall. I poke my head into the bathroom. All of your toiletries are lined neatly on the counter. In the mirror, I see your robe behind the door. Unable to resist I remove it from the hook. I inhale the scents trapped within the fabric and instantly you are there with me, materializing in a vapor of soap and after-shave. I inhale deeply once more to smell that familiar fragrance lying just beneath the others. It's a smell that is uniquely you and it floods my senses. My heart responds by fluttering a bit. I adorn myself in your robe. I hug the oversized cuffs around me. Your robe warms me much in the way I wish you body could right now. I pull the sash loosely around my waist and creep into your bedroom.
The afternoon light is straining to enter through the closed blinds. Pleated shadows are cast across the bed I have yet the pleasure to be in. I walk around the bedside with my hand trailing along the comforter as I try to picture you there. What side do you sleep on? What shape does your body take when you are deep in sleep? I kick my shoes off before crawling on hands and knees up to the pillows. I stretch my body along your bed, my head on your pillows.
I shift to my side to face the wall. My hands caress an imagined form of you. I truly desire to feel your warm naked skin under my hands. I want to caress the smooth muscles of your back and continue down to your sexy bottom. One of the overstuffed pillows is the recipient of a tight squeeze.
I roll over on my back. My eyes travel around the room looking at the same things that you see and touch everyday. I can see the wick burned candles. In bundles on the floor are shirts and jeans that didn't make it into the laundry. I spot the napkins and scraps of paper which house your random thoughts. I know those aren't items that belong in the trash, rather they are works in progress, so I leave them unmolested, despite the urge to read them. This room is a page in the book, one of many pages that reveal a man who has made me intensely curious.
