I paced around for a few seconds then stood stone still. I couldn't for the life of me remember why I had come into the room. My cat was perched on the back of the couch. She raised her head and gave me a sad look of disappointment.
Was I just coming through? Was I looking for something in particular? Was I just losing my mind?
I backtracked my steps trying to jog my memory. As I got to the top of the stairs I thought about Marrianne. It had been a while since we had actually spoken.
The last time I actually called her was to leave a quick voicemail to let her know I hadn't forgotten about her.
There had been a few random texts of hello since then but nothing of any significance. I went for my phone to shoot a quick hello.
"Son of a bitch," I said out loud. I realized I had originally gone downstairs to get my phone.
I went back to the living room and grabbed it from the armrest on the couch. My cat's sense of disappointment deepened and she burrowed her head under her paw.
I decided to call rather than text this time. I thought about taking time to put pen to paper but it had been longer than usual. Normally that would have been prime letter time but there was a strange sense of urgency.
The call went directly to voicemail like before. I got a weird pang in my chest. I prepared to leave her a quick message letting her know things were stressful but manageable. I knew when she called me back she would tell me to suck it up and get back to the business of business.
"The person you have called has a mailbox that is full. You can not leave a message at this time. Press one to disconnect.." The phone went dead.
I hadn't just come to get my phone. I had come to get my charger as well. I backtracked my memory to the last time I spoke with Marrianne. For the life of me I couldn't remember. I paced around the living room for a few seconds then stood stone still.
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