so i’ve been driving up to the woods every Friday night, and coming back early every Monday morning, grinning and covered in pollen and sap.
then one Sunday i’m back early. my roommate asks what happened: “I thought you and Aspen and Catkin were getting serious?”
“mmmnnnhh. i don’t think it’s over, but i definitely said something i shouldn’t have.”
rewind two hours, fifty minutes.
Catkin: “DAMMIT VYR.”
Aspen: “I SWEAR TO MY MO– GODDESS, VYR, WE HAD THIS TALK THREE TIMES ALREADY.”
Catkin: “GO HOME!”
rewind another ten. three women, one of them human, under a pile of fallen leaves in a forest clearing. birds chirp. a shaft of light gradually creeps across their faces. i awake, yawning. my pile-mates are still mostly dormant, but i notice some things sprouting vertically through the leaf litter that aren’t. they’ve previously given me permission to wake them up, so with a smile, i go to work.
Catkin, eyes closed, one smooth-barked arm on her forehead keeping the sun off her face: “Mmmm, that feels amazing. Keep going, please, I’m just gonna lie here and feel it.”
Aspen, still half-asleep, rolling over in the leaves: “Nnnrrgh. So you’re up, then. So long as it keeps her mouth busy. I don’t think I could stand to hear it one more time.”
i pause at my task, letting Catkin slip out of my mouth. “what? how nothing starts my day better than some… morning wood?”