Baby, Life


12.16.07 | 1 Comment

The moment* I look forward to the very most in a day
More than Zoe finally giving way to the Sandman
More than the first trickle of a steaming hot shower
More than crawling under clean, smooth sheets
More than my laying my weary head on a fluffy pillow
Even more than a quiet last moment before sleep
Is when I kick off the wretched clothes one has to wear in public
And slide into some luxurious fat pants
My old friends
Who love me just the way I am.

*Zoe provides all kinds of moments that trump that one, but they aren’t particular moments I can expect; they just sort of happen. I would wear pants of steel wool and chainmaille for all eternity for just one of such moments with her.

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