Kiana Brizendine

You Make Me Crazy

Every morning, I spend ten minutes pretending I’m asleep. For those ten minutes, I feel your eyes on me as I make this peaceful, pretty, princess face, and you press your forehead against mine for a real long time because you love me so much. Then, when you’ve exhausted your devotion, you hit your alarm clock and shuffle around our charming, rickety little start-up house in San Francisco, and I hop in the shower with the bathroom door open. Then, I get out of the shower and shut the door while I weigh myself because you don’t want to see that.