A Very Busy Life (A Story)
The shadows were long across the living room floor, the early afternoon light approaching and creating diagonal tapestries across the wood. The to-do list went untouched since yesterday afternoon. None of their movies or shows in the queue had been noticed. They both put their books down simultaneously, looked at each other, and laughed.
“We should really do something today,” she said.
“Yes, there’s a lot to do,” he acknowledged.
They both shrugged and laughed again.
He stood up and placed his book on the cushion of the green sofa. She did the same.
He walked into the bedroom and pulled the comforter back and jumped into bed like an amateur gymnast. Without a word, she followed him and dived onto the bed next to him, her arms wrapping around him as she laid her head on his chest. He yanked the comforter over them both, creating a cocoon around them.
And they lay there for an hour, just letting the bed warm them and each other. Their arms adjusted as they cuddled.
For an hour, they accomplished nothing.
It was the perfect afternoon. Nothing done, yet everything they needed.