He drinks wine while she wipes the sleep from her eyes and puts on the morning coffee. He's slightly sozzled with that lame smile and ready to play grin. She doesn't mind because she loves having him around.
He reads to her and for her, he encourages her, he mentors her, he jokes with her he teases her and mocks her accent. He gives her lip and she reprimands him for it. They plan their road trips and share their thoughts. She likes to watch him move. He watches her cook. He dances like a retard but it makes her giggle like a schoolgirl. He falls off his chair and can't remember where his bruises came from but she knows because she witnessed it all.
She watches him clean, admiring that tight little ass . . .like Patsy's window washers with buns so tight you could bounce them off the wall! But knows it's her daughter that he fancies. She loves the way he can eat a banana in three fell gobsful and how he gesticulates obscenely before squishing the creamy fruit between his pearly teeth.
Hers is an attraction of opposites both love and hate.
She hates the way he slurps noodles from the bowl and allows his cat to walk on the kitchen bench. She loves the sound of his reading voice and the talent of his writing. She hates the way he threatens to disappear but loves that he'll let her know. She hates that he can never be hers but loves his attention and flattery. She hates the way he gets distracted listening to Pandora but loves the way he focuses and concentrates by licking his bottom lip with the underside of his tongue. She hates the way he corrects her on syntax and geography but she loves the knowledge he shares. She hates that he keeps talking while he's taking a leak but loves that he talks to her at all. She hates that he is the last to leave but loves that he is always the first to arrive. She hates that he is a virtual friend but loves that he is becoming a fast friend.
Still, when she falls, he cannot help her to her feet. When she cries, he cannot wipe her tears. When she needs a warm embrace he is unable to comply. When she needs the tension of the day rubbed from her weary shoulders he is not there to help.
No, he's not a real friend . . . YET. But he is her confidant, her mentor, her company in the small hours and she loves him for it but is not 'in love'. They are nothing alike and yet they have fun together.
And when the warmth of the night takes over on his side of this blue planet, and the Sandman kisses his sleepy eyes, they end their call and shut off their web cams as she wishes the world could somehow be smaller, he could be a little older and her morning would not be his night.
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