My Last Night

Tonight is the night.  The last night that I will be lounging on the couch by myself, watching what I want to watch, and eating dinner on my lap. 

I am leaving for a few weeks, on a little vacay excursion with mi padre.  And when I return, Dean will be BACK.  It will be a breath of fresh air having him back in the country.  Firstly, I miss him.  His gentle voice on the phone just doesn’t cut it.  I need him to crawl in bed with me at 3am.  I need him to complement me on my cooking, telling me he wants more when the pans have been scraped clean.  I need someone to go to Target with and just waste time.  I want him to just be here.  He keeps me in line too, which is a good thing these days. 

But, I have gotten used to living by my lonesome.  Doing my own thing.  Cooking and eating when I want.  Sleeping with the windows open.  Checking and double checking the locks every night.  Having the whole damn couch to myself, and being able to sit however I want.

That brings me to another point, don’t know if I have mentioned the “couch” before.  If I have, I am sorry.  If I haven’t, here we go. 

We have inherited two couches.  First one, a hideous bright yellow couch with blue flowers.  Yup, horrible ugly.  It’s comfortable, but just too much.  Our second couch, a lovely over-stuffed Pottery Barn type couch.  Ultra comfy, you just fall into it. 

We used to have both couches in the living, room.  It felt it was really crowded, but he thought it was appropriate.  The thing is, he never sat on it.  And when I threatened to throw it over the balcony when he left, he magically started sitting in the hideous couch.  EVERY NIGHT, until I was fast asleep and then he would move to the other couch. 

Currently the couch is in the second bedroom, but I know this couch is going to cause some raised voices upon my return.

For now, I am enjoying my last night.  And I am even going to have some ice cream here in a minute.