Lie With Me

All through this year that’s (finally!) coming to an end, I’ve been listening to Snow Patrol. I mentioned this song before, because it really helped me get through these past few months. Music has that effect sometimes.

But yesterday’s experience at the dentist’s gave the song a whole new meaning. Yes, the cavity. I went and got it fixed. Now, if you will, picture the scene: there I am, lying in the mint green dentist’s chair, the bright light overhead highlighting –it must have– my worry lines and the few stray hairs on my upper lip. The gurgling of that vacuum thingy that makes you feel as if you’ve swallowed a 500 pack of cotton balls, the drill whizzing away inside my mouth and then hearing ‘If I lay here…if I just lay here…would you lie with me and just forget the world?’ Priceless. I would have liked to bite my lip to stop myself from laughing, but it was momentarily unavailable so I focused on the ceiling instead. But that song will never be the same again…

Un-Blah’ed

And then this morning I woke up and noticed some of the clouds were gone. An unmentionable cliché, true, but there’s a reason for that: it describes the feeling perfectly. For some reason, I lay giggling in bed, and later I couldn’t help but dance as I was preparing breakfast. What a relief. For the past few days, I’ve been able to write and write well (a very rare occurrence). I might even –dare I say it?– get my manuscript up to editable form before I leave for Christmas. And I’ve been trying to get my head around my marriage, so to speak, as well. Though I can’t help wonder why it is that I feel better now that he’s gone and I’ve had a few days to myself…