The dryer is humming. An orange cat is at my feet, busily cleaning his fur. The bed is made and I’m sitting on top of the blankets with blue jeans, a flannel, and brown moccasins on.
I can hear Sarah’s movie from the other room, I can hear the cat licking itself, I can hear the dryer, but as I look around the room, everything is quiet and still. Motionless. The trees outside are like statues. If I wasn’t typing, I would be motionless as well. My eyes would stare; at the shiny doorknob of my bedroom door, at the curtains, the fan on the floor, the patterns of the wood grain of the dresser.
What a difference a day makes. Yesterday at this time the kitchen and dining room were swarming with family, everyone talking, gesturing, laughing, working, eating, cleaning up, taking photos.
Everyone has gone.
It’s almost a lonely feeling. To make so many plans and then have a holiday over.
Caleb is loudly whistling. Rich is at the school setting up for wrestling season. I can hear the boys digging through the lego bin. Seth is singing a silly song.
I’m tired. I’m wearing the day after thanksgiving like a cozy blanket.