this morning #923.

this morning, across a well-lit café table, we were able to sit in silence, her with her sudoku & me with my crossword. two puzzles torn from today’s paper. we’re blessed. some might say that we’re privileged. we both had fridays off, meaning that, at least once a week, we’d come here & waste away as much of the day as we wanted. lives of leisure. three-day weekends. just after we got another coffee, she solved her sudoku & put down her pen in victory. she looked up & scooted around the table, snuggling up next to me to help with my crossword. it was so out of character for her but SO sensually soothing. i don’t know why she did it & i don’t even need a reason. the feeling was all i needed.