Bad Mood is Bad

Dinner was over. I’d only picked at it, and JJ noticed.

“Not hungry?”

“No. I think I’ll just go to bed, if you don’t mind.”

I may not have eaten much but I drank plenty of wine. I took my refilled glass with me to the other room. 

Bed was where I went when I was tired, when I needed quiet time, when I was sad, or when I was down, like I was tonight. I donned a ratty old pair of sweats I refused to throw out and got under the covers, propping up the pillows behind me so I could see the TV. I dialed up something on Netflix and settled in.

JJ showed up half an hour later, leaning against the door jamb, arms crossed. “Not writing tonight?”

“Nope.” I sank lower in the bed, not looking at him.

He didn’t say anything for a while, and then, “Whatcha watching?”


“Right.” He slipped out of his clothes and got in beside me. “Mind if I join you?”

“Was hoping you would.” I rolled into him, hugging him. He hugged me back. 

We just held each other, not saying anything. It was exactly what I needed.

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