in between

Those days in between the big heavy talks and the action that must inevitably take place are strange and dreamy. The sweet slightly mournful music I choose fills the house, I stay busy or I stay inert, listening. I feel slightly liberated and strong, bracing myself for any bad news yet hopeful for love to come waltzing through that door once again. The day is always cloudy for some reason-or maybe we only notice the clouds when an emotional storm has come.
I've shaken off the emotional hangover as R calls it from yesterday (preceded by an actual hangover, always a bad combo). I had such a lovely feeling in the afternoon waking up from a blissful post-coital sleep to a room full of sunshine and bright warmth. I wish I could stay in that dreaminess.