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Reason To Sing

PART TWO

Music, Marriage & Misbehavior

Chapter Twenty-Five

Cheap Blue Blanket

The blinding Sunday sun bursts through our apartment
window. That’s our wake-up call. No sleeping in today. Or
any day for that matter. There are no curtains or blinds, not in
this bedroom. We snuggle our warm bodies close together. I
wrap my nakedness around his tall, lean frame, mostly because
I don’t want to fall off the mattress. It’s a good thing I’m
petite because he is more than 6 ft tall. But at least when we
get a little rambunctious, we don’t have far to fall. This lonely
single mattress is the only piece of furniture in our bleak little
bedroom. There is not even a Farrah Fawcett poster or cheap
velvet painting to brighten up the wall. Not a lamp. Not a chair.
Nothing! But hey, that’s student poverty for you.
The cheap, blue synthetic blanket is anything but cozy and
soft. A Walmart special, probably. And the sheets? Well, as my
mother used to say, You could spit right through them. You know
what? These things don’t matter to me. The warmth of flesh on
flesh and hearts intertwined is the most amazing feeling I have
ever experienced. This all feels so new. Totally foreign. I guess
this is what it feels like to be safe. Being held. Feeling loved.
Not having a care in the world. I don’t think I ever realized how

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