Last night we got some good news in regards to employment and travel from the US Government for my Canadian Mister. We had quite the celebration, consisting of quietly writing in our new writing/reading nook, homemade pizza and two glasses of wine. Like children on Christmas afternoon, after all the excitement is over, we passed out, hard and quickly. Maybe it was the Monday Night Football game, maybe it was simply good to finally not worry about these two things, maybe we were simply exhausted, but before the clock struck eleven (my, I do miss Ex-Roommate’s cuckoo clock. I hope it’s enjoying Harvard…) we had fallen into deep sleep on the couch.
Eventually I woke and pulled him into bed, where we promptly fell right back into our dreams. I only woke up one other time, freezing, as the windows were open and he had stolen the entire duvet, leaving me with the entire sheet. I’m not sure how he manages this trick, but he does, often. My eyes blinked open and I found myself looking into the sky. A full moon stared back. I suddenly clung to him, a pit of frantic worry about losing him tumbled my stomach.
The morning looks better; I’ve started a new short story, the panic has dispersed, the day is mild and beautiful.
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