this morning #2024.

this morning, we were rolling around on the living room floor. it’d started on the couch as a battle for control of the remote but, at this point, i have no idea where the remote even is. that’s no longer the core of the tussle anyhow. once she started using her fists, i no longer cared about getting to watch wrestling. the only match that mattered was the one right here. i freed my hands & slapped her. straight across the face. i could tell that she wanted to cry but instead chose to fight back even harder. grabbed my hair & yanked as hard as she could. opened up her hand & cackled as a clump of hair fell to the floor. now i wanted to cry. i didn’t. i did force-feed her that clump though. victorious, i found the remote & took control.