~7~
To my disappointment, Poseidon didn't make an appearance while enjoying my morning coffee on the deck.
I moved inside to ready myself for the day.
Going through the same motions as I did every day, nothing changing. Except for the 'me' time I'd added to my showers, with my memories of him.
Having showered and dressed, I was adding the finishing touches to my make up when it came to me.
With a genuine smile on my face and lightness in my chest, I grabbed my purse and the money he'd left on the counter and raced out to the garage.
I bypassed the Mercedes and the Jaguar and headed for the non-descript Malibu.
I didn't like the attention I got in the other cars, the whispers that followed me when I went out.
I preferred the anonymity of the Chevy.
I did a quick search on my GPS and locked the coordinates in as I backed out, then wove my way through the quiet streets of the gated community.
As soon as I cleared the gates, I changed the station from NPR to the CD player, blasting Muse as I picked up speed.
I think I'm drowning
asphyxiated
I wanna break this spell
that you've created
you're something beautiful
a contradiction
I wanna play the game
I want the friction