I am mystified as I play with a single eyelash I found on his shirt. I fiddle with it as much as I can, coddled up in his embrace on a couch much too small. You can see dust fairies dancing in the single ray of light that found its way between the curtains; flowing this way and that with no real destination at all.
It’s nice here; nice and warm. I gaze at the man sleeping beside me and I am happy. I am well and truly happy.