“And it was related to something specific?”
“What do you think?”
“Hmm… I think there was nothing specific in your mind—more like you were bringing me around, a reminder.”
“You’re pretty sharp.” He smiles.
“And you’ll do it again? I mean like that, in front of strangers?”
“I have no idea what I’ll do, but it is possible.”
I watch him sip his coffee, rustle the paper as he reads some item that catches his eye. I’m cocooned in the sheets feeling comfortable and warm.
“You know, I love you,” I finally say.
He looks up and straight into my eye. We don’t say these things often. I wonder if he’s uncomfortable with the words. He takes a gulp of coffee this time, finishing up and setting the mug on the table.
“I know.” He goes back to his reading.
I wait, wanting more, then finally b
