We slept in later than we had planned thanks to snooze buttons, hand massages, and cuddles under the covers. You had a list of important things to do. We had Bruegger’s Bagels for breakfast and then went for a drive because you knew I didn’t want to go home. When we finally arrived, you went outside to mow the grass so I could have some time alone to retreat and relax. Cuddled up television, dinner at the cheap Italian place that’s 2 minutes away. Conversation amid the sun-stroked smoke of hookah delight. Ice cream.
Not a single thing on the list of important things to do got done.