An extra hour.

A little stronger. A little more flexible. I can feel it in the movements.

A crackling fire place. Feet right in front of the hearth. A good Sunday morning.

I ask about leveling up our wardrobe. “Nicer hoodies,” he says.

I should have made time for a nap today.

So many things that I miss.

There are other things that I’d rather be doing, but alas, this is what is required of me right now. I have the next steps, but I ought to lay them out to be in step with time.

The glory of not having to cook dinner or dirty up your kitchen.

That wasn’t even our best.

“Take back your power.”