When I was all messed up
And I heard opera in my head
Your love was a light bulb
Hanging over my bed
Consecutive sleepless nights and I find myself, cursing, wishing we’d never crossed paths. Flipside is I can’t imagine where I’d be without you. Nor can you.
I think I just heard the best news ever. I just have to read it again. Oh, all right, twice more. That was Thursday. Yes, it was Thursday. I remember now because I only spent five hours at work on Friday, and I was about as efficient as a bulldozer chasing butterflies.
A puckish smile rises to my freshly moistened lips. A trill of laughter surreptitiously bubbles forth. I shouldn’t. Wait, I’ve naught to feel guilty over and neither do you. There is something in this that inexorably appeals to my sense of mischief-making. Oh, I want so desperately to make a game of this! YES! Let’s play out a conspiracy of morsels.
One more wish …