last thursday night

on thursday night i stayed at christine's place since i had an early morning meeting the next morning at her office. i went up and worked from the apartment around mid-day and into the evening. i cooked dinner for her for the first time since september of 2001. i even made a vegetarian meal:

- steamed japanese short grain rice
- shiroi miso with seaweed soup
- sauteed baked tofu and crimini mushrooms with shallots in miso paste and sesame oil marinade
- maché and raw sunflower seed salad with rice wine vinegar, sesame oil, lime and wasabi dressing topped with roasted nori strips

it was a little surreal.

it was around 22:30h when she got dressed for bed and i was still typing up the agenda for the next day's meeting. she told me she was going to bed and i said, okay. i'll be another half hour or so. well don't stay up too late, remember you have about 45 minutes in the morning when we get there. i know, i just have to retype it. it is all finished. okay. uh, you can just throw the stuff on the floor there and i'll take care of it when i'm done here. what stuff? huh? the bedding stuff, blanket,sheets?! oh, uh...i was thinking that you would just sleep in bed, i mean if it's not too weird. [???] uh, yeah that is fine. it's not too weird, i'll be fine [lying]. i mean, i thought you would prefer to sleep in the bed rather than the floor [yes it is, it was fucking expensive. it was almost a down-payment on a car. and marc has been sleeping in that spot for two years. feeling very meek and confused]. yeah, sure. that's fine.

i finished my agenda, brushed my teeth and crawled into bed. i should say *climbed* because it is a loft bed and i used to joke that i needed a step stool to get on it (the top of the mattress is as high as the bottom of my rib cage). the bed *was* comfortable. the pressure slats were still set for my weight and dimensions, no pressure points. i hope marc was pinched by my settings >;-] i have never been a jealous person, really. but my my taste for vendetta is as rich as an overfed goose's liver.

next morning as we were driving to the office she said, i couldn't sleep at all last night. i kept waking up thinking about... [i can't remember what it was that she said]. it was something in relation to an email or something like that. i said, hmm...i slept really well. i had forgotten how comfortable that bed was.

karma is a strange mistress...