This morning I woke out of a dream that was leaving me in an unusual corner, my back to the wall and nowhere to go. I felt framed and guilty.
Therefore, breakfast with my son was a merry, unexpected escape. Not many words we spoke while crunching a few cookies and sipping from our mugs. Mommy was already dressed, shiny and ready to go while the two of us just sat at the kitchen table, staring at infinity beyond our time.
Oh, it’s hard to be a man, we both know.