"Morning! Are you ok?"
"No, actually. I feel like a third wheel. This is bullish*t."
"I got you a long soy macchiato. But I didn't want to wake you. So I drank it. They're good! Nice choice of coffee."
"Yeah."
I run my fingers through my hair and look around. I am in last night's wild orange jumpsuit and you are in an oversized jumper and boots. People are breaking down camp around us, there is glitter and confetti on the ground. The remnants if a festival, of time spent in Otherworld.
I storm off to the bathroom and when i return you are done with your tent. The two of you help fold mine up. I am cranky, irritated, you avoid sensitive conversation. I know that something has happened between the two of you overnight. I don't know if it was good or bad but there is a softness or tenderness or something there. He could be about to leave you. But there is something there. I left you at that party in a pretty bad state. What happened between then and now? Do I care? I have my own stuff to deal with.
Fifteen hours earlier we had all been sitting on the rock, watching the sun go down. I sang ballads. Cupid, draw back your bow... and let, your arrow go... Blue moon. Last year it had been so cool. The Boy and I had just split and i was there feeling rage and euphoria. You wore tie dye that artist had sent you and were a sarcastic and playful sonnet. You did 'shrooms and those boys were trying to spade you. We were two cool feisty single chicks. We had danced all night, spent the days popping in and out of the salt baths and wildflowers.
And now this sh*t. As we watched the sunset from the top of the earth, this 270 million yearold rock, you sat behind him with your legs wrapped around him, chin on his shoulder, watching the sun. And i thought you were an idiot because he as only going to leave you anyway, for sure. Men always leave.
"You two make me sick" I said.
