i wake up. it’s raining outside and i’m home alone. i go downstairs for breakfast. i see a curious brown box on the dining table from the corner of my eye but i don’t spare it a second glance. i make coffee. then i open the fridge. there’s something big and interesting set on a plate but i can’t identify what. my mind is still foggy; thoughts are slow. i grab some bread and close the fridge.
when i sit down to eat, the flat box catches my eye again. i stare at it. and stare at it some more. the label says “S&R.” printed below it in big bold letters is a name. the love of my life.
all of a sudden everything falls into place and i run back to the fridge. i am truly awake now. my lips are stretched in a wide grin. stupid, stupid girl. how could i have missed something that heavenly?
there’s a freaking pizza under my roof!