Written: 7/6/05
Word Count: 100; 100
Rating: K+; K+
Notes: Non challenge drabble, inspired by being married to a philosopher.
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He's up again, writing. Before I even open my eyes, I know that's what he's doing. His absence from our bed, the sound of pen on paper across the room are huge signifiers.
I get out of bed as silently as I can, but he still hears me. He stops writing momentarily, looking over his shoulder.
"I'm sorry, did I wake you up?"
I shake my head, not trusting myself to voice the lie.
He turns back to his paper, writing away, drawn deep into his own world of philosophy.
Gonou has two loves: Philosophy and me.
In that order.
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I woke her up again.
I hate it when I do that, but when the philosophical thoughts attack me, I have to put them down on paper to quiet them. Otherwise I'll never rest.
I can hear her in the kitchen, the sounds of home floating into my own little world. After a few mintues, a mug of tea is left at my elbow.
I grab her wrist as she walks back to bed. "I love you, Kanan, you know that right?"
"I know."
Her voice is soft, and she doesn't look at me.
I wait until she's asleep to continue writing.
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