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It's an odd hour and I'm eating leftover pizza I warmed in the microwave. My fingertips are a little sticky as I type these words.
The sights and sounds of Amelie were on the TV tonight as I watched it while folding laundry. (Half the time it's a chore for me, but the other half is usually therapeutic - I need to do something with my hands all the time it seems.)
He's upstairs in bed asleep. He has to wake up early for this class he has to take. I've been thinking about staying up late just to see him in his uniform before he walks out the door....he shall find a surprise upon reaching for his keys.
All is quiet here, and I am bathed in a shower of contentment. I am not excessively wealthy. I do not have the body of a supermodel. I am not the "popular" (oy) social butterfly. I am still content, and while this feeling pervades through the caves of my heart I will breathe it all in...the mothes fluttering outside, the ticking of the wall clock in our kitchen, the stick on glow-stars that he and I put up all over the living room ceiling and walls one night...
To breathe in...I shall live.
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