Our 3 a.m. romance
At 2:57 a.m., the scent of my husband’s deodorant awakened me.
I laid in bed for a few more minutes before rising and asking Anthony, “How long till you leave?”
“I’ve got about fifteen minutes,” he replied before fumbling slowly through the darkness toward me. He planted a kiss on my cheek.
“Can I get your computer?” I mumbled, thinking of a spreadsheet on his computer I needed to update.
“Sure.” He got me situated with his computer and continued preparing for his workday.
As I wrapped up my updates, he said, “Thanks for saving my coffee from yesterday. Iced coffee today! Also, you should read your–I wrote a post. When I should have been sleeping.”
“I’ll check it out,” I told him blearily, leaning in for a farewell kiss.
(I was still too groggy to say something like, “Damn, man! You should have been sleeping!”)
I tried to get a few more zzz’s, but my mind insisted it was time to rise and shine. I rose again, loaded Anthony’s post, and smiled as I read.
Sleep would have been a wiser choice for him, but I’m glad he took a chunk out of his already negligible allotment of sleep to write the post.
‘Cause he was gone before I was awake enough to really feel him, so that I felt him–and his love–in his post.
While I prefer 3 p.m. romance, 3 a.m. romance between commuting parents can, once in a while, permit casting of its own uniquely sweet, quiet love spells.
I miss Anthony when he’s gone, but he feels much less gone as I read his words and remember, with warmth filling my heart, bleary kisses over his computer.