An Incident On The Couch

Last night I fell asleep on the couch.

I had been sitting reading a letter left by my lover before she began her trip, wondering where that person was now.

At some point I must've fallen asleep because the next thing I remembered my fiance was stood in front of me, angrily waking me. The ashtray had fallen to the floor at some point, scattering ash everywhere.

What was I doing she asked, sleeping, I hazily replied. What was this letter doing out? I had read it I again replied.

She pulled me up taking me to our bedroom, my friend has missed his train and is going to be staying here. A man stood in our hallway, I waved as we passed. It was about 5am, she had gone out after work and only now returned, I guess I must have been waiting for her and passed out.

She said to me as we lay in bed, 'I can't have you sitting at home pining for me, I can't be made to feel like shit when I come in.' I apologised for upsetting her but really I wasn't pining, I had simply fallen asleep leaving the letter out.

Not really sure how this post fits into the theme of this blog. I guess, if sometimes your not sure where someone is coming from, or where you're both going, you have an Urban Life.

Dylan