"Did you know,"
she whispered in his ear,
treading lightly
and speaking softly
so the cat wouldn't know she was awake,
breathing an idea into being,
legs entwined and eyelids fluttering,
broaching the subject
before opening the blinds
and letting in the light of the new day,
"Did you know that happiness
could be waltzing in an airy kitchen
singing Tiny Dancer to a giggling baby,
turning off the synthetic air
and letting in the breeze,
finding contentment in a moment
perfect enough to videotape and remember
when the Tiny Dancer turns 18?"
He smiled.
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