We eat a couple of cookies in bed and I point out that theres been a change (not a bad thing but still) in Rachel Maddows lip gloss and he admires my keen eye and we brush the cookie crumbs onto the floor because no one is watching. I plump my pillow so vigorously, it knocks everything off my nightstand, and he laughs and says that Im a danger to myself and others. Those moments are all I want. I want a life of this. He sighs and I sigh.

In Love by Amy Bloom