Title from The Pixies song Where is my mind, betad by ecosopher.
Emma still didn’t know how this had happened. She had OCD, ADHD and anxiety problems, she was not dependable and practically unemployed. She was never on time and sometimes she said things without even thinking. She had been described as cute more times than she could count, but never hot or sexy, and she had ugly ankles.
So it wasn’t strange if more than once she had wanted to turn to this man lying next to her and ask ‘are you sure? Me?’ and when he’d say ‘of course,’ she’d have to ask ‘but why?’
That would sound as if she were fishing for compliments, but sometimes, like in the middle of the night, she was just genuinely curious.
He’d told her once, when they had first started going out, the things he liked about her; the way she saw the world and her excitement at the things she loved. He’d mentioned her brilliance, but it hadn’t seemed like enough. These things about her were good but they weren’t great, certainly not enough to have someone drop everything to come see her, to come live with her, to move to a new city just to be with her.
But that’s exactly what he’d done.
Suddenly she felt like she couldn’t breathe. She slipped out of bed and padded to the kitchen for a glass of water. She drank it slowly, the rhythm helping her calm down somewhat. She then washed her cup, and went back to bed.
She was about to close her eyes when his opened. “Everything okay?”
“Yeah,” she replied, “sorry for waking you.”
He shook his head and burrowed deeper into the covers. “It was your lack that woke me; you were gone.”
“I was just thinking,” she said.
“You think too much,” he said, and put an arm around her, pulling her close, and closing his eyes.
“I know,” she whispered.
She didn’t really understand why he’d done the things he did, or why he’d chosen her, but she wasn’t about to question a good thing, in case he started to wonder too. She was going to enjoy this for as long as she could-
“You think too loud,” he said, interrupting her thoughts without opening his eyes.
She smiled. “Sorry,” she whispered, and went to sleep.