Saturday night, 12:48 a.m.
The ferry-taxi-plane-plane-taxi-car 12 hours of travel had addled our brains, and we'd begun to do things lose the car keys in the mottled pattern of the comforter on my parent's guest room bed. Our silver suitcase sat outside, forgotten in the joy of greeting the cats, were it would remain until morning, frosty in the Easter dawn.
We'd rescued our toothbrushes and paste, listened to 18 messages of hang-up calls, then pushed open our bedroom door to see this:
Those crazy cats, I thought, as I swept past.
But I soon realized that this was not the work of cats.
The culprits revealed themselves on a note clipped to a onesie on the bed, a note that also congratulated us on our pregnancy... a note so happy for us that it almost convinced us that we were pregnant.
But the toilet paper, whispering around us like the seaweed and coral we'd just snorkeled through, was so beautiful. So we stood, agog, admiring the quality craftsmanship, feeling loved. Then we fell asleep under its magical canopy.
Too wonderful to take down, it remains, drifting down a piece at a time like ribbons of snow.
The ferry-taxi-plane-plane-taxi-car 12 hours of travel had addled our brains, and we'd begun to do things lose the car keys in the mottled pattern of the comforter on my parent's guest room bed. Our silver suitcase sat outside, forgotten in the joy of greeting the cats, were it would remain until morning, frosty in the Easter dawn.
We'd rescued our toothbrushes and paste, listened to 18 messages of hang-up calls, then pushed open our bedroom door to see this:
Those crazy cats, I thought, as I swept past.
But I soon realized that this was not the work of cats.
The culprits revealed themselves on a note clipped to a onesie on the bed, a note that also congratulated us on our pregnancy... a note so happy for us that it almost convinced us that we were pregnant.
But the toilet paper, whispering around us like the seaweed and coral we'd just snorkeled through, was so beautiful. So we stood, agog, admiring the quality craftsmanship, feeling loved. Then we fell asleep under its magical canopy.
Too wonderful to take down, it remains, drifting down a piece at a time like ribbons of snow.
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