We are in bed. Boyfriend is not talking, or reading, or reaching out for a remote.
“Babe”, I say. “Want to get the light?”
“Eventually” he replies. “Right now I just want to lie here and stare into space”.
I realize I have never recognized in me the need to stare into space. It’s the New Year’s resolution I've been looking for.
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Love it :) Happy new year, Dushka. May it bring you all sorts of unexpected moments of joy, and bucketfuls--if such things could be put in buckets--of light and warmth.
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