Some Things Don’t Change

Written 20 February 2011

Gabe and I woke up lying next to each other this morning. It was the first time in 18 months. Everything was all there like it used to be. In our own apartment. No one else around. No schedule. Swathed in our very own blankets that smelled like our own laundry soap. Sunlight poured in the room like it had back in New York. We slept peacefully through the night, and in the morning, he woke up and whispered in my ear,

“Breakfast.”