I have no courage, liquid or otherwise. A courageous person would’ve done more than stand there.
The toilet is tucked into a little nook, out of sight of the hammock. I’m in there awhile, waiting for my body to switch gears and let me pee instead of being all turned on. Not sure it’s gonna happen. Apparently, my penis is as confused as the rest of me.
There. Whew. It’s a relief to let at least one thing go.
I wash and dry my hands at the utility sink, then lean my head against the exposed beam alongside it.
A courageous person would walk back out there and take Matt right into his arms. Can I be that person? Maybe. Maybe. Except …
I shake my head to clear it.
No. A truly courageous person would call upon the Holy Spirt, demand to be filled with strength to resist the lure of the devil at my tongue.