01-09-02 - 8:27 a.m.
we played house last night.
honey, he said, i'm home.
i cooked. we ate by candlelight. he complimented my cooking. i asked about his day. chloe sat at our feet and begged for clams. i offered dessert. instead of ice cream, he chose me.
fact: in a world where one's significant other is most often a gray cat, the mundane can be bliss.