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Her gaze goes to the clock on the ht”

“You could have eaten breakfast instead of putting on makeup”

“Girl’s got to have priorities”

“Here” I find one of those individually packed bags of nuts in the pantry And a banana Hand both to her

“What do I do with this?”

“You want to get creative with it?”

“No I…” Her cheeks flush “You’re pushy”

“That news?”

“No But I didn’t realize you were this obsessed with feeding me”

“Someone has to do it”

She slides the snack into her bag, pushes herself up, slips on her shoes “I’lad it’s you”

I want it to be more

I want to keep waking up next to her

To keep fixing her coffee, and cooking her dinner, and wrapping my arms around her

I try to shake it off as I slide into my shoes, but the idea sticks in my head