Bubble

Am I allowed to stay in the bubble?


Every day we meet fresh. No history. Sun is shining. In harmony hugs and kisses are given and received. Gentle chit chat.


Then I ask the forbidden question "how was school?".


...


Nightmare ensues.
Tears. Screaming. Threats. Slammed doors.


Tears.
Tears.
Tears.
Tired.


...


What if I never asked the question?
I wouldn't fulfil my half of the deal with school. But oh my. Oh my.
What if I could just stay there, in the bubble, where we were still friends and my eyes weren't puffy from all the crying and he wasn't locked in his room brooding.