Seeking a companion. Need not be romantic; platonic is fine. Just someone to wake up to for that morning breath that feels stale with closed-mouth soft snores, and those eyes holding long, floating eyelashes that I want to touch but won’t. Just someone who will empty the dishwasher. Or load it. We can take turns. Someone who likes early mornings, but not more than me. Leave me some empty hours. Then I’ll make us some eggs, dippy in the center, to run golden down your chin. Or tofu, if you’re vegan. I don’t discriminate.
Someone who will take out the trash without me having to ask. Someone who just notices that it’s full. Someone who will follow me to parties and lean in when I tell a joke, introduce me to the people I don’t know. Make me feel important. Someone to whom I can say: “The electric bill is kind of high, will you call?” And: “Don’t forget the garlic,” and “Did you see that look she gave me?”
Someone who likes getting caught in the rain. Maybe likes piña coladas. I don’t know. They seem fun. Just someone who is fun.
Someone who will watch horror movies even though I’ll close my eyes when the knife goes in or the lights go out. I’ll yell, “Right behind you!” You grip my hand. Someone who will hold my hand when it gets scary.
Someone who will tell me that it’s them who is making the floorboards creak at night. Not to worry. Someone who will fill that space between dinner and sundown with something other than absence. Make me watch the sunset. Want to see it rise again.