Written by Robyn Eggs

[That Old Fashioned Feeling]

She stands there in her empty house freshly moved in and still unfurnished. Her hair is dreaded from the shower as she has let it air dry. She had thought about putting in gel, smoothing it over the wet clumps of hair that had pieced together; which were, as of now, still wet. She stands there, in her bare feet, tipped up on her toes, wearing her arms behind her back.

Her eyes gazing wide up behind those huge glasses, she questions the situation with her eyes, seeming innocent in the picture. (As she touches herself she realizes that her legs are soft from constant touching the night before; yes her legs are soft from the scraping off of dead skin cells.) She thinks of this as she thinks of the night before her in which she will spend time with the man who possibly stands before her now.

Does he know how she loves to look at him as he leaves? Through the upper window she watches as he walks away. She just wants to know that he is happy and thru such she affirms to herself that he is indeed happy. And then there is the old fashioned feeling again-the feeling of love-as she peeks through the upper window of her apartment near the park. The bushes had been trimmed recently so she could see well the blue of the sky, the yellow of the opposing wall, and the height of his step.

She slept on his shoulder through the afternoon as he read a book and the way it felt was so warm…if that was to be a measure of her love for him…she would never have awoke.