Rolling around on his bed, nothing to do but thinking about the day’s past. He looked up at his cell phone, looking for the latest in social interactions. He was bored after some time. Now he was hungry from the last time he ate.
What’s in the fridge he wondered.
He should have known what was in the fridge. He always pretended he didn’t know what was going on.
But deep inside he knew he was clever.
Maybe too clever for his britches.
He rolled back to his chest, checking his phone again.
A text from the Melinda.
“New exhibition at MOMA next week. U up for it?”
“I’ll think about it.”
She was the best thing that has ever happened to me. But I always pretended she wasn’t. Unfair I know.
I’ll get around to loving her the way she deserves.
Hope it won’t be too late.