octoberseven

When I went over to Laurinda's tonight I walked in and sat down as usual. She was sitting on the couch as usual. I gazed over at her. She had gotten out of the shower not long before that. Dressed in a t-shirt and loose-fitting black pants. Nothing unusual there. Her hair was flowing down her back and over her left shoulder, and in that moment she appeared to me even more beautiful than ever.

We had dinner, nothing fancy or romantic. Just us eating in the living room with little Pumpkin Head playing in the floor. Still it was nice. Then Pumpkin Head fell asleep in my arms.

Sometimes it's the little mundane things that are the sweetest.