He turned up the jazz coming through his speakers, found his joint, and drifted through his room. Some moments he'd dance when the sax was particularly captivating. Others he stood staring at nothing, unseeing.

She woke to her vibrating phone, saw its demands and tossed it away. not today she thought. 

She stretched to her full length, sigh escaping her lips. 

A smile on her lips, yesterday still lingering, a faint throb in her chest, his breath hot on her skin. 

They had talked till the break of dawn. 

Falling asleep, entangled, as the world woke from its slumber. 

The light soft, faint shadows cast by the quiet winter sun. 

She sat cross-legged on the couch, wearing a  white tanktop and black panties. 

journal on her lap, pencil between her lips. 

Crossed out line after line, annoyed she couldn’t get the cadence right. 

She took a drag from the joint, resting on her cabinet filled with odds and ends,  

and put pencil to paper once more, 

The gap between feeling and words etching faint lines on her forehead. 

Absently she grabbed her wine, drank deep and continued.