maggiezee

she immersed her lemonlime manicured fingernails completely in the soapy water. smiling, she though about the last things her fingernails were doing. i probably left marks down your back, and on your thighs. she loved her completely. completely enough to wash dishes the old fashioned way. these are my dishes too. in my house. with my wife.. still young, she had her music blaring and was singng along, at the perfect hour of three a.m.

this was when she was beautiful. she glowed in the nighttime. call it a sleep disorder or being a plain and simple nightowl, she always lived most at night. never easily falling asleep before sunrise, she was the epitome of nocturnal. waking and working around sunrise, she always got home around midnight, alert and active as most are at noon.

"ooo, this is the best song on the album," a soothing voice said, turning up the stereo and dancing around the kitchen in her sock feet, boxers, and sports bra.


joining in the dance, she slung dishwater everwhere, and they collapsed in a fit of childlike giggles on the kitchen floor, dishes half finished and neither thinking about dishes in any way.