Friday 55 & Da Count-Picking up where we left off...

FRIDAY 55

As the sun's first rays warm my face I roll into your arms. I feel your chest press my back, your breath on my neck. Your hand slides from my hip to cup my breast. I wriggle closer to you, tangle my feet with yours.
The alarm jolts me.
I awake shivering...
alone.

DA COUNT

I've been really enjoying my friend's visit this week. He's had lots of people to see but he's camped out here. I'm happy to share him even though it's been 3 years since I've seen him and his family. The times we've been together are just relaxed and easy. Though I wish we could see each other more often, (the same with friends in Trinidad, or my 3 best gal pals who all moved away from me within 18 months of each other) I know that when we do see each other we will just pick up where we left off. We don't have to do the formal dance of getting to know each other again.

I also had a surprise visit from another friend who I hadn't seen in about 3 years as well. She called up, said she'd be in town and could she crash at my place. Absolutely! The funny thing is that almost 20 years ago I met her when she and her husband showed up at my apartment unannounced due to a scheduling glitch with people they knew well but who were not too good with flexibility. They knew Mr. Lime and took a chance on me. I'm glad they did.

My dearest friends from Trinidad, much as I love them, all stink at keeping in contact. That being said, I know I could show up at any of their doors, with no advance warning, and I'd be taken in. Likewise, they could do the same to me. No matter how many years had passed we'd just pick up where we left off. It's a really good feeling to have friends like that, whether from Bolivia, Trinidad, across the state, or down the street. So this week I'm counting that ability for the flow to continue even after long separation.

Now if I could only pick up where I left off before the alarm rang...(yes, I had to tie the two portions of this post together somehow)