Dreaming

I wake up to my phone alarm cha cha cha-ing in my ear and grumble. Ugh. I hate morning. Before I can reset my alarm to make me ten minutes late to work, my better judgment sits me up. Chris is still sleeping. I now have to acrobat-edly crawl over him without inadvertently waking him up. This wakes me up better than coffee, forcing the agility my body 'pretends not to have' into full force as I awkwardly dance over him. Why we never switch spots so this morning routine isn't necessary is beyond me but I manage to make it off the bed without seemingly arousing him or breaking myself. Awesome. I pick out whatever blah clothes I must wear today and head to the shower.
I'm lathering up when I hear the bathroom door open.
"Baby?" I ask peeking out behind the shower curtain. Without my glasses he's just a Chris shaped blob scratching himself.
"Hey. Can you pop back in there I have to pee." I slink behind the curtain and continue my bathing with the new soundtrack. "Sorry I really tried not to wake you up."
"It's OK. It was more the pee than you."

I'm wearing my towel around my head when I find him in the kitchen. He looks at me and starts laughing.
"Every time. You think you'd be used to this."
"You'd think you'd find a different way to dry your hair." He's making greatly appreciated coffee.
"Punk." I turn to the fridge looking for something to eat for breakfast. Suddenly I feel him behind me.
"What do you think you're doing?"
"You know what I'm doing. The towel works for you, baby." His hands are everywhere on me. We choose the kitchen table this time.

I end up being ten minutes late and hungry.

I power through the day which isn't as bad as I thought it was going to be. I would have settled for any job but this one is at least related to what I want to do. I keep looking for a better one though at Chris' insistence. It seems unlikely that I'll find a good one soon but the hope is still there. Either way it makes the work easier knowing I'm not settling.

When I get home he's writing. I hug him in his chair and he kisses me quickly before returning to his work. His desk is covered in piles of papers. Stories, scripts and probably the start of a couple books are neatly piled. I knew that most of those would pass through my fingers as I typed them into my computer. His short stories were getting published and Casey was coming back tomorrow to finish two of the scripts. The clack of his grandfather's typewriter echoed through the room.
"How was work" I ask him.
"Fine. You know, making the money to..." he gestures to his piles. "How was yours?"
"Alright. Applied to two different jobs."
"Good." Clack clack clack.
"You hungry baby?"
"Yeah." Clack clack.

We eat dinner curled up on the couch watching our Netflix. After dinner I find my hands can't stop touching him. It's the couch this time. Afterwards I stay up as long as I can before I have to fall into bed. His night owl self is ready for more writing while I get ready for bed. It's only about an hour later when I feel his weight next to me in bed. His arms pull me closer and I fall back into happy slumber.

I wake up. I look around me and find no one there. I rub my eyes. Where did he go? It slowly comes to me that he's still in Los Angeles and I'm still in Chicago. Boo. It was a dream. Feeling slightly depressed I get up and start getting my clothes together. I pick up my phone to check the time and find a text.
I love you.
Sigh. I love you too.
I know that my dream is coming true slowly but surely. I smile to myself. Well we got the love part down. Now it's the living in the same place we got to work on.