There are moments I realize I’ve drifted.
I could be preparing a tea, walking, even having a conversation with someone I’d rather not.
Maybe you do it too.
I don’t know. I’m not you.
When I drift, it takes me some time to realize I’ve floated off.
And in my defense, the drift is delicious.
You’re there.
One eyebrow cocked.
Arms crossed.
That look in your eye.
You…
