It is Friday morning. I am laid in bed with the Missus.
We are curled up. It is quiet, apart from the purring of the cat on the end of the bed. Regardless of anything else that happens today, or in days to come, this moment won't be lost. It will be logged in the memory banks with all the other moments I cherish. This is called being present.
About 20 minutes later, I am in the bath. The Missus enters and looks around, before commenting:
'The bath's too full and there's water all over the floor. What have you been doing?'
'I was relaxing...'
'Well can you do it less messily?'
'No. I can't. Fuck off.'
Of course, I didn't say that last thing. My head and thoughts were still enjoying the bed bit...
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