musesandlyrics | This is not my life
She spends her night at home, waiting for him. Cassidy's in bed before nine, and Lisa is left with nothing but the evening news and an old romance novel she's read at least fifteen times. At least twice an hour she thinks about calling the station, but it's no use. "Baby, I'll be home as soon as I can, I promise." She takes him more seriously when he doesn't promise her anything. Making a promise is like overcompensating to her. He should mean what he says without having to throw in that little addendum at the end.
Still, she always waits up. When her eyes grow weary of the book and she can't bear to watch more footage of downtown shootings - knowing that in all probability, that's exactly where Nash is - she goes into the kitchen. For a long time, on these nights, she ate. She ate anything and everything, just to have something to do with her hands. Lately she's taken to cooking instead. Baking. She had always been skilled in the kitchen, but never had time to explore that skill before preparing the three meals of the day. Even if now she was a sad, lonely, worried wife of a cop, at least she was being productive. And productivity was key.
But there are nights, moments when she's positively bowled over by what her life has come. A young, vibrant, woman. Beautiful, smart, witty. Married to a man she loves, but hardly ever sees. A man she hardly even has the energy to argue with anymore. And with that gone...
Every night Lisa absently licks the batter off the spoon and wonders what she's doing. And how she can get out.
Muse |Lisa Bridges
Fandom | Nash Bridges
Word Count | 285
Still, she always waits up. When her eyes grow weary of the book and she can't bear to watch more footage of downtown shootings - knowing that in all probability, that's exactly where Nash is - she goes into the kitchen. For a long time, on these nights, she ate. She ate anything and everything, just to have something to do with her hands. Lately she's taken to cooking instead. Baking. She had always been skilled in the kitchen, but never had time to explore that skill before preparing the three meals of the day. Even if now she was a sad, lonely, worried wife of a cop, at least she was being productive. And productivity was key.
But there are nights, moments when she's positively bowled over by what her life has come. A young, vibrant, woman. Beautiful, smart, witty. Married to a man she loves, but hardly ever sees. A man she hardly even has the energy to argue with anymore. And with that gone...
Every night Lisa absently licks the batter off the spoon and wonders what she's doing. And how she can get out.
Muse |Lisa Bridges
Fandom | Nash Bridges
Word Count | 285