During the rush of making dinner, our song came on.
I stopped for a moment, closed my eyes and swayed my hips back and forth.
I imagined us dancing.
Your smile.
Our time together.
Our left hands held together comfortably
My right resting on your chest lightly.
I was so relaxed.
The frustrations of the day vanished.
I could smell home as dinner broiled.
The timer went off.
Ding.
...and I was eating mashed potatoes right from the mixing spoon.
It's the little comforts of life that get you through the day I guess.
ABOUT THE AUTHOR
Hello..this is my blog. I bought this fancy theme and I don't know what to write here just yet. Maybe one day remind me I have to write something inspiring here?
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