And then
somewhere, music. Loud.
Incubus? Oh, my cell. The first
thing I think, as I part the clouds
of semi-sleep, is: better not be Leah!
And then
as the mist dissipates, I remember
it’s Christmas Day, and I am on
a mission. Besides winning
Nikki back, that is.
And then
I pull Nikki tighter against me.
Have I won her back? Can it
really be so? I kiss her awake.
“I have something for you.”
And then
I reach over the side of the bed,
find my jeans. Extract the shiny
red box from one pocket, dismissing
the phone in the other pocket.
And then
I tell her, “Merry Christmas,”
all hot and wobbly inside, like
I’m the one getting the present.
She sits up into slanted sunlight.
And now
My angel smiles, lingers over
the shimmery gold bow. Slits
open the tape, carefully unfolds
the foil. I love little presents.