Drift

38 candles on my birthday cake last week. A few friends from work came over and we had some wine. It was nice. We didn’t have to stay quiet, the way we do at the library.

I got a little tipsy. I almost blurted out to them that my breasts are sagging. Not a whole lot, but a bit. I noticed before I put my bra on that morning. My breasts are maybe a centimeter longer than they were before, but not noticeably flatter.

I spent the rest of the morning trying not to think about my body, but everything seemed to remind me. Putting on my seat belt, squeezed against my sagging bosom. My heart rate going up with my morning coffee, I could feel it beating against my sinking chest. You try not to think about something, you’ll do nothing but think about it.

I like to read. I sometimes only read one book a month. I get too wrapped up in a sentence or a page and drift, thinking too much about it.

I wasn’t sagging when Charlie was still with me. He never explained why he left. That’s been weighing on me a bit lately. I don’t know why. I like my coffee, my books, my girlfriends. I don’t know what’s wrong. I don’t know why Charlie left me.

I have some vacation time saved up at work. But I don’t know where to go.

Story by:

Bryan Kasik

submitted at 4:36pm

5 February 2010

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