Wake up.
Wake up.
Wake up.
Stretch myself into consciousness.
Get dressed.
Get dressed.
Get dressed.
One pant leg at a time.
Each shirt button a simple step in the process.
I emerge into the kitchen, today feels like an eat-in breakfast day.
Or perhaps it's that I don't want to return to my usual breakfast spot, especially since today would be the first time in months I'd enter alone.
Enter my office unscathed, hopefully no one has heard the news and there won't be any fuss over the end of our inter office romance.
This is why relationships should be avoided.
What's the name of that ridiculous self-help book? It's called a breakup because it's broken ... well what if both parties don't simultaneously agree on that state of the current union.
A knock at the door interrupts my thoughts,
" Sir? There's a call for you on line two."
"Thank you Johnathan, I'll get it in just a minute."
At least work is here as a distraction. It's not like Liz is brave enough to enter my office the day after she dumped me, as much as I hate that terminology it is exactly what occurred. Our seemingly happy relationship dumped on by Liz's insecurity shit, so perhaps I'm feeling a little bitter.
Line two is waiting.