Say perchance that:
The moon was in TAURUS; the recent rain had resuscitated the small patch of grass outside of Michael's front window that so desperately needed quenching.
you pull yourself up from your seat, coming away from the large bay window. feel some strange sense of oneness with the grass outside during your moment of clarity as nature rejuvenated you both. you feel complete, surprisingly so; you've always liked to comfort yourself through those things around you. little subparts that have always reflected what you ultimately see as yourself.
you walk past the flowers that have sat on the dresser for over a month with the little pink card. To Sydney: Good work with the C-4's – Vaughn. they have almost all wilted and died, yet you remain confident in your decision to leave them where they are. sit on the bed, looking over at the phone. countless times you've almost picked up that phone and made that call; sometimes you pressed a few numbers. hang up. countless times you've wanted to take her up on it. it's better that you not. decide to go for a run, so you undress…
the air is brisk as it fills your lungs. you think and you run and you think and you run and you think you should let go of your possessiveness and you think and you run and you think and you run and you think she wants so much for you to let her in and you think and you run and you think and you STOP near a small tree to rest before turning back. the route you know well, although not your normal one. you look over at the skyline and then down at your watch. 1:23 pm. start again, not thinking about anything this time as you run and you run and you run and you breathe and you run and you run and you run and you run and you breathe and you run and you run and you arrive at your door.
step inside and notice the flash of red light blinking from the corner. ignore it. you walk past, numb to who it was and why. throw your keys by the dried foliage as you move toward the shower, unaware of the pink card that falls to the ground.