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she comes home from work exhausted, her red shirt smeared with smells of sauces. One night he is watching tv and playing with something in his hands. his eyes do not even watch the busy fingertips that dance around a tiny brown object. that is the way he always is when she arrives home from work, if he is home at all. Sometimes she is pleasently surprised when his car is gone, but for the most part she enjoys his company. He barely looks up as she plops down next to him and lays her head in his lap. She doesnt even bother changing clothes. She doesnt even care what he is playing with in his hands, or if she disrupted his game. The tv murmers sweetly like a lullaby. The changing lights and different tones blend together to dull her thoughts. Its like her head is numb, but the good kind of numb. Like when you’re done working out or studying real hard and get that sense of finishing something difficult. Its a welcoming numb with no regret. She can tell that he is irritated, probably just at the fact that she has burst into his personal bubble. She knows that he does not want her there, but will tolerate her presence. Perhaps he has trained her to think this way and in reality has a great fear of being alone. She always has the conflicting thought that he is a mixture of both. Nevertheless, when he finishes his task he gently slides his hands to her back and rubs down her spine. She smiles through her lazy eye lids and scoots closer so that he can scratch her back. The weight of the couch shifts as he slouches back and scratches perfect circles into her back until she falls asleep.

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