Blythe
Evening sneaks up on me. After the incident this morning I have no perception of time, unbothered to look at a clock or keep track of the hours passing by. All of a sudden, it seems, the sky spontaneously decides to darken.
I sit on the couch, watching but not paying attention to the movie playing on the television. Terrence had kept me company although I wasn't much for eye contact or conversation. I'm all thoughts and possibilities, consumed by what-if's and why-not's. At some point he got a call and left the room but returned as soon as the interaction was over.
Terrence had gotten up at some point although I cannot exactly recall when to begin making dinner. It's a stir fry of sorts. I can smell jasmine rice and hear him cutting up the vegetables. Terrence enjoyed cooking fo
