Supercut

Days of the Week Series

Monday

She is unsteady, riding passenger side. Street lights burn like stars in her eyes. His smile is warm, a gesture she can see herself melting into. She talks enough for the two of them, maybe he’s supposed to mind but he doesn’t. 

Tuesday

The sun is high over the Blue Ridge Mountains and she watches as he picks another apple. Hands wrap around the body of a honeycrisp and she understands the pressure building in her chest. This is love.

Wednesday

Another horror movie flashes on the screen. They don’t pay much attention. Their focus is on the ease of their shifting movements. Unclear and indifferent as to where one begins and the other ends. Something like epiphany between them.

Thursday

He wakes up to her. The alarm she had set last night goes off, he stops it just before the ringing reaches her ears. Morning light stretches across her body as she shifts in her sleep. His mind tries to grasp at what exactly this all means. He kisses her shoulder and holds her close. 

Friday

Honey and wine on her breath. His field of vision is opaque and blinded by the cars passing by. They are quiet in the backseat. Grasping each other for something to hold on to; keep them steady, keep them together.

Saturday

Their eyes break contact. She knows that she’s losing him. He can’t explain why. Tonight feels like their last. She reaches out for something to hold onto, the stillness of the room says enough for now.

Sunday

He is unsteady, watching the ceiling fan blades complete another trip around his exhausted figure. Somewhere in the middle of natural reaction and the rush of change. Five minutes away, she lies in her own bed, cup empty and unsure of where to go from here.