Infidel

She suddenly, earnestly wants water.  Tap water, from the bathroom sink.  The mineral surety of the unfiltered spigot and cozy feeling of familiarity- the bleary-eyed, midnight shuffle to the sink, mouth dry and needy.  Flat and, against all reason, solid in a storm of turbulent emotion.  Sand dunes of doubt and insecurity.  Breathtakingly swift changes in a topography that was a mystery to begin with.

© Sara Gaddis 2010