She had a bad day. We curled up and read until the light began to fade. There's a time of day when it turns to dark honey. There are a few trees outside the window of our little flat. They are lush and green and we can pretend we are hiding in a secret tree house. The light flickers and we watch the shadows playing. She lit some candles and I danced to make her laugh.
I danced to the Pet Shop Boys. She laughed a lot.