A Typical Friday Night — My Life for the Past 19 Months…

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A Typical Friday Night — My Life for the Past 19 Months…

Jack & Trinity, PHOTO: Jack Miller, @Trinity Ellis, Author

It is 6:34 PM Friday night. End of a long week. Teaching. Writing. Two not-so-young lovers greet each other at the car door as soon as his little black sports car coasts down the steep drive. She has anxiously been waiting for him to get home all day. She is wearing a pair of denim shorts. They are distressed to the point of near extinction. And an oversized sweater. Off one shoulder. No bra.

He smiles. It’s a smile reserved only for her. Like an eager puppy, she follows him to his closet so he can change out of his work T-shirt and jeans and put on his home T-shirt and shorts that lost their button a long time ago. She is talking nonstop about her uneventful day, trying to make it sound like she had been too busy to make dinner or unload the dishwasher.

Together they travel. Quickly pass by the fridge. A container of Jello jiggler shots finds its way into his hands. They munch on them on the way through their bedroom. The air smells different here. It belongs specifically to them.

Natalie & Shawn, “The Affair,” PHOTO: PHOTO: Jack Miller, @Trinity Ellis, Author

His ironing board takes up most of his side of their outrageously large closet. It has little vacancy. It is occupied by a variety of items: a business card, a cough drop, a pin of his daughter’s graduation, a couple of dollars, several receipts, a wadded-up paper towel, a bottle of eye drops, some Neosporin, a tape measure, a small wrench, charge cords, a small pile of unused greeting cards for various occasions, and a bit of change. Counted, it would be exactly 52 cents after picking up the two pennies on the floor. He touches his back pocket. Removes his little metal wallet and lays it amongst the board’s residents. Tosses another wadded receipt along with it. He pats his remaining pockets. Pat. Pat. Pat. Extracts a key and a wadded-up tissue. Adds them to the crowd.

She continues to talk. She asks him about his day. If anything interesting happened. He is shedding his red running shoes and peeling off his T-shirt. He stops for a moment to admire her smile. Her attire. Her pigtailed hair. He feels so lucky to have this to come home to everyday. Her incessant chatter. She raises to her tip toes and wraps her arms around his neck. He stoops to accept and return the embrace.

Jack & Trinity the morning after “The Affair,” @Trinity Ellis, Author

She lowers herself and looks him in the eyes. Playfully she asks him if he’s ready to play tonight. He chuckles. She knows that chuckle.

This past Tuesday, she assigned him his weekly character. Maybe she’s already given him a name. A background. A personality. A profession. An age. Or maybe she had just given him an empty shell to fill. The objective is always the same, but they appreciate the journey getting there. It’s a different route each week.

The sun is coming up by the time they’ve reached their destination. They put down the shades, close the blinds, clip the blackout curtains together. For the next few hours, they are vampires sleeping in the daytime. Blocking the world out. Pink noise fills the air. They have wrapped themselves together like mating snakes. Intertwined under the sheets.

They load pictures. Laugh a bit more. Remind each other how special the other is. Taste the sweetness. Relish it. He begins to snore. She takes her daily meds, her sleeping pill. She will catch up to him soon. She always does…

Trinity making breakfast the Saturday morning after “Eye of the Beholder”