Goodnight, I love you

by MB


In those words she became human. The deep voice of a pubescent 14 year old, a nighttime ritual, her flesh and blood.

We both feigned deafness for a moment, as though by failing to acknowledge it, we could will it back into the past so it never existed.

That is the cutest thing I've ever heard, i said finally, breaking a silence that neither of us knew existed.

I know, she replied. Isn't it the cutest.

It was the highlight of my day, i declared, and i felt for a moment as though i could hear her smile back. somewhere on the upper west side, doors down from her adolescent son who had just interrupted our emergency session to wish her goodnight. 

In that moment she became human. It was the safest I've felt in months. It was the feeling I always wanted.