A Night At Home

Friday night, the end of the week. Nobody could be bothered cooking so fish and chips, broke our healthy diets. 

We watched Crocodile Dundee 2, so our taste deserted us too. 

We curled in each other's arms on the couch. Eventually we'd fall asleep. Lovely!

Arms and legs entwined, like my knitted octopus that my grandma made me as a kid. Those thick legs wrapped so easily together. And its arms did the same. Green pearl stitch, with wire in the very middle to give it some strength. Fancy. Thick stuffing that made them feel real, like Pooh Bear realness. I loved it, as I love you, happily curled up together.

“That’s not a knife,” you say. “This is a knife.”

You make me laugh. You are too funny. “You know I like your knife,” I whisper.

That makes you smile.

I cook popcorn, you know ‘cause it’s, I want to say corny, cliched. That’s what you do, isn’t it? When you stay in to watch a movie. I roll a big doobie. And I make tea for when the pot hits and we need something to wash down the popcorn. You know those bits that get stuck between your teeth and your gums, we’ll need tea to flush them out. We munch on popcorn from the bowl cleverly balanced on both our outstretched legs.

Buster my bulldog lies stretched out asleep at our feet. He snores gently, I don’t think a house is complete without the gentle snore from a Brachycephalic K9, squashed nose dog.

The room is as warm as your heart makes mine. As warm as Buster's fur coat.

The room lit with the blue light from the TV.

“Do you think we will be together forever?”

“Sure.”

“That isn’t the romantic answer I was, er, fishing for?”

“We’ve got as good a chance as anyone.”

“Do you think that is better?”

“Better?”

“Better than your first answer?”

“Sure.”

“You really don’t know how to play this game, do you?”

“I’ve never really been good at playing games.”

“But this is romantic answers 101.”

“Is it?”

“Sure.”

You laugh. “I saw what you did there.”

“So, not dead from the waste up.”

“Wow!”

“Should we try this again?”

“Sure.” Your face breaks into the cheekiest smile I have ever been.

“Do, you, think, we will be together forever?”

“Yes, darling, I do.”

“Erh?” I rotate my hand from side to side in mid air. “Now with some feeling.”

“You have pretty much sucked any feeling this may have had out like bone morrow from a cutlet.”

“Oooo!”

“I forget you’re vegan sometimes.” You laugh nervously.

“Do you think we will be together forever?”

“I can think of no one else on this planet with whom I’d want to spend forever?”

“Ooh!”

“There isn’t, you are the one.”

“I hate you.”

“That’s my girl.”