Let’s talk about the weather. Something completely mundane and simple. I’ll watch your expressions change, your eyes twinkle, as you talk about how warm it was today. You’ve missed the sun on your back.
Let’s take a photo of us, in bed. We’ll laugh and smile and know how silly it must look to be holding a camera above our heads, towards the ceiling. But outside perspectives are not welcome here.
Let’s play some quiet jazz on a record player. We’ll eat a home cooked meal. Something with fish. And after, as I wash the dishes, you’ll come up behind me, and wrap your arms around my waist.
We’ll watch a movie, and eat strawberry ice cream. And with full bellies, I’ll guide you to bed, where we’ll sleep. You’ll forget to take off your glasses, and as you suddenly drift off, I’ll think about how I wouldn’t change a thing.