Special

The catches of a perfect night
are often betrayed by the talons of morning.

Last night was perfect. There were red Roses, candles, fake wine, salmon and rice and potatoes and crescent roles.
There was Finley in his silly red tie,
and I wore my nicest dress--the red silk--
and it was wonderful.

We knew we were in love.
Not 'in love' with each other, literally
in love,
surrounded by it, breathing it, living it.

We were love.

We went to sleep, and the bed was warm
and Finley was warm against my cold skin
and I was happy.

Totally, completely happy.

And then I slept through Church.

Now, I've helped my Katie at that church for awhile.
I get up early (for me), I go and click through the little slideshow,
I get Katie whatever she asks for as quickly and ably as I can.

There are few people who I would maintain that level of service for.
Katie is one of those people.

Well today--
having had the best night I've had in...
(I'd normally put something sun-related here.
But sunlight's shining elsewhere, poor thing. Stressed out.)
I guess since Katie surprised me by rescuing me from myself.

And church (which is not incredibly important to me in and of itself, I'm there for God)
was slept through.

And I upset my Katie over it.

Katie, who even on my perfect night had been in my dreams--
we were having one of those six-year-old dreams, dancing in a field somewhere, and there were flowers in your hair. You were smiling and happy to see me.

Not really. In real life you were just annoyed that I hadn't shown up or notified you
notified you of a surprise
which is expected, I suppose.

Even people voluntarily giving their time
need to have empathy.
Need to be willing to notify the important people in their lives.

Although I wouldn't really say this to you, favorite, heart
Sometimes I get angry, but I set it apart from me
angry that you don't appreciate how much I'd do for you. 
Do do for you.....

I'm sorry the best night of my life kept me from your smile this morning.
I'm sorry I upset you.

I love you, Katie. 

I'll always love you. 


And you, Finley....