Wednesday, March 13, 2013

Breakfast at 75

"Have you taken your Levothyroxine, darling?

He has, and I have, so I set the alarm and roll back under the covers.

Levothyroxine is one of dozens of pills we take. It must be swallowed first thing in the morning. Then we have to fast for an hour before we can eat breakfast.

I run my hand down his lean warm torso.

When the alarm sounds, I'm riding him--one of our favorite positions. I'm aiming to come, and so is he. The alarm runs down.

I'm stare at his face, eyes closed, lips parted as he pants. He's wrinkle-free today and so am I. We've turned into teenagers, when making out was new and marvelous.

Later we get up, don our wrinkles, and pad to the kitchen, late for breakfast again.