Earlier this winter…
Now that we’ve been away from the coast for a few weeks the large range in daily temperatures is playing havoc with our skin. Today is our anniversary and Woody wakes me with a kiss then recoils shouting “Shit you look like a fucking clown!”
Suddenly I remember… waking in the night with sore lips, groping in the dark for lip balm and smothering my lips, then noticing the lipstick smell but having quelled the pain just falling asleep. Woody was right I do look like a clown, with an inch of bright red lipstick around my lips and …on the bedding.
Woody stocks up on supplies in the next town, I shyly remain in the car because of my lingering clown face.