Sitting There

She's got a couple of eggs. Hard Boiled. She brings over the entire pot and sits down across from me at the table. She has been sick with a little case of the flu. She dips her hand in the water and plucks out an egg. Water splashes over the rim onto the kitchen table. She cracks the egg off the rim of the pot and peels away the shell. The egg stinks and she gulps down a big bite. "What are you writing"? She asks while chewing down half the egg. The other half still in her hand. I can't help but laugh and brush off the question "nothing really". "Oh crap"! She dropped the other half of the egg back in the pot. "You're making a mess, watch out, my computer". What a site. Her auburn hair a fire in a morning mess. She has on her bathrobe tied loosely around her waist. She was in an adorable disarray. Under her robe she's only wearing a white tank top and underwear. She goes on chewing the rest of the egg. "Are you writing down your feelings"? Ignoring her I kept my head down and continued writing. Knowing she was being ignored she begins a a long rant, a tirade, talking about the Universe and how other people just couldn't understand my writing. "People of this day and age just don't understand you, your just too complex. An outside of the box thinker. People just couldn't relate to you. That is their problem". She was really funny this morning. I looked at her for a moment as she opened the second hard boiled egg and she talked along. It was almost noon. My Breakfast was finished a long time ago. I had been up and working on this story since 8:30AM. I figured I would have a beer and write for another hour or so. Later on, at 3 o'clock I had to catch a Bus to Toronto to meet with a motion-picture group. They had sent me an invite to meet with them and also a $2,500 cheque. That was an up front payment. They want to turn my first book into a movie. I was looking forward to the meeting. I got up and reached for the fridge and grabbed a beer and sat back down. "Your having a beer at this time"? She asked. I poured the beer into a glass. I reasoned "It's 12 o'clock". "I know, but you have to go to Toronto" She shook her finger at me. She had a point. I looked at her again, and pleaded "I know, but its just a beer".