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By @Madison
On Saturday morning
I wake to the sound of Izzy
Pushing my bedroom door open.
“Candace?” she asks.
I sit up
Having given up on getting much sleep
When I woke up two hours ago
At five AM.
“I’m up.”
“Good.”
She eyes me
As if I’ve suddenly gone back to being a young child
Just as fragile and helpless
As I was when we first met.
Though I’m glad she cares
I’d like to believe that she’s wrong.
“Listen,” she starts.
I resist the urge to sigh
Expecting a lecture.
To my surprise
That’s not what I get.
“I’m sorry,” she says.
“I got a call from this lady who needs help remodeling her kitchen. She really wants me to go over there today, but I know you need me to be there…”
“Go,” I interrupt her.
Her jaw drops
Leaving her staring at me blankly.
“Excuse me?”
I stand up
Stretching and walking over to my closet
To find some comfortable clothes
That are somewhat presentable.
“Go help your client,” I say.
“You can just drive me over. I’ll call you when it’s time to go home.”
She considers this
Before eyeing me with concern.
“You’re sure?”
“Positive.”
She sighs
Before nodding slowly.
“Okay then,” she says.
“I’ll just leave you to get dressed.”
She closes the door
Leaving me alone
For the first time today.
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