Pajamas

Little yellow sleep shorts, crisp and covered in fully blossomed pink and light red roses, lots of pine green and kelly green stems and leaves, bottom hem and sides of shorts lined with carnation pink lace, wide strip of satin in same shade of pink, tied into a loose bow atop the middle, ribbed light red tank top, matching the shade of half of the roses on my shorts, nude satin bra folded in half and resting on top of my desk, torso leaning lazily back in my chair, legs folded up and sticking out from the edge.  Finally relaxing.  I can only truly relax when I can take off my bra and enjoy some relative privacy.  Though, when Sullivan came over tonight I just put on pajamas.  These pajamas.  With a bra.  He’s over here so much, I hardly care about whether or not I’m dressed.  No foundation on my face either, just a few spots of concealer, and then I realized I look paler.  Whatever tan I tried not to get in summer must be wearing off.  Tried to brighten up my skin by applying Clinique Chubby Stick in shade Chunky Cherry on my lips.  Looked like I’d just eaten a lollipop.  Ran a brush carefully through my curls, but they still looked messy, didn’t feel like using any hair balms to assist like I usually do, so I just left it like that.  
 
Laid across various stretches of couch, eventually with throw blankets, boys ate pizza and I had a fish sandwich, they had whiskey and coca cola, and I had mandarin orange green tea, iced.  Caught on tv part of The Perks of Being a Wallflower, which I saw at the movie theater, and the latter half of the movie Hitchcock, which chronicles Hitch and his wife Alma during the making of Psycho.  Gave Sullivan keys to get into my apartment while I’m gone and feed my cats.  Showed him where I keep everything he’ll need.  My shy kitty Emily came out for him again, and she never comes out for any other house guests except my sister Maddie.  Riley laid on his legs when he had a throw blanket on them and napped there for a couple of hours, making him feel very touched, he told me, as he’d never had a cat snuggle with him before.  Always surprised when people tell me cats are cold, as every cat I’ve ever had has been so loving and sweet and bigtime cuddlers, with me, at least.  I like dogs too, when they don’t jump on or bark excessively at me.  Most people I know with dogs seem to think they should just let their dogs do whatever they want and never attempt to train them or discipline them.  Same with children.  
 
William’s dad’s little cat passed away this afternoon.  Was very sad to hear, though I did have a feeling when I saw her last that it would be the last time I would see her.  Took pictures of her on my phone for that very reason, though the lighting was terrible.  Nothing psychic, just that she was 18 years old already, and her body had the same look and shape and moved in the same stilted pained way that my beloved Milo’s did shortly before he passed at 19 years old.  William’s dad Peter and his dad’s wife Elaine were gushing about how healthy Sweet Pea, their little cat, seemed for her age, and spoke hopefully about her living a much longer life.  I didn’t have the heart at all to tell them what I guessed would happen soon.  
 
Last week, Sullivan brought me, as a random present, this little brown stuffed kitty his late grandmother gave him when he was a child.  He said he was at his mom’s sorting through his old things, saw it, and thought I might like it.  Told me it was very dear to him once, but he just felt like I should have it.  Was quite touched at the gesture, and it sits on my couch with my plush leopard from Build-a-Bear and a few Halloween themed critters.  People tend to feel close to me easily, even when I’ve hardly revealed a thing about myself to them.