Ray got home yesterday afternoon from LA. He went out to see his mother for her 91st birthday. I had the house to myself for the weekend.
I love an All About Me Weekend. Playing whatever music I want to hear, making a mess in the kitchen and jamming on my guitar like I’m a rock star (which I’m not), are some of the things I love to do in my solitude. I always have so much fun and did this weekend but I have to admit, it sure was good to have him come home.
After chatting about the weekend and some dinner we both flopped into bed.
I woke up in the middle of the night. Ray and I were laying there spooning while Parker kitty curled up in a ball next to us. My little white noise machine was whirring away in the distance accompanied by the soft rumble of Parker’s purr. There was no moon so it was pitch black. All you could see outside was the night sky speckled with millions of stars. It’s the little moments like these where I feel as if I am a man of great wealth. Money, cars, sex, drugs–whatever fills that void can never match up against spoonin’ with your man next to a purring kitty. Never.
I kissed him on the back of the neck, closed my eyes and said thankyouthankyouthankyou over and over in my head until I drifted back to sleep.