A jam tart, because I'm on a diet. A coke float, because I'm on a mission. A cup of tea, because he didn't want one but then he did and I wanted one but then I didn't. A banana, because my potassium levels are too high and I shouldn't eat a whole one. I shouldn't eat a half one either. Socks. The only plus to my having plus sized feet. A toothbrush, because he forgot his. Or I forgot mine. Or maybe we only have the one now. And my pillow. My pillow, though it's our bed. I bought him an fancy memory-foam one of his own, but still he insists on snuggling up with a mouthful of my curls.
Which is nice.
Which is nice.
