[100 days of 100 words] 85/100

[kitchen_kink]

Maybe this is all there is. Happiness, that is – being that feeling of being dog-tired and worried about how your lover will do on a very important test tomorrow, but deeply contented from having come over and helped him study, and having found and brought him anti-anxiety meds, just for this one morning. Maybe it’s knowing there’s a soft bed to go to, and people to snuggle while you’re in it. Being warm and safe and fed, and having a computer to write things on and a trip to the seaside next weekend. And love, so much love.

What more?